I had been going around telling friends how I can’t relate to the word ‘mother’ at all. I’m a parent, and I parent my child. Not sure why but I just don’t feel like a ‘mom’. Until a friend put it simply – it’s become a gendered term that brings with it a lot of … Continue reading Mother
This post contains details of a difficult birth experience. I strongly recommend not reading on if you are pregnant. It pained me. Then it wore me out. Then it scarred me. And then it took away my balance. Labour. One year ago I endured 49 hours of labour that didn’t yield anything except pain. The … Continue reading Labour
Saturday evening out. Yay. Oh, legs aren’t waxed. Fine, jeans it is then. They hardly fit now. Remember? Ugh. Never mind. I’ll borrow the husband’s black jumper and that will cover everything. Ah, so casual look then? Yep, not washing my hair. I’ll slick it back and wear pink lipstick. It’s anyway rainy and muggy … Continue reading Black jumper
This past year I had a baby. So everything either seems to be about that or feels miniscule in comparison. I am trying hard not to fall into that trap of believing parenthood is the only thing that matters. But it’s early days. So here’s my annual round-up. Much harder than usual to come up … Continue reading It’s that time of the year
I had hoped to have written a book by now. And be on a television interview. Be a CEO (of an unbeknown entity). And a celebrity. The wishes didn’t really add up. But it didn’t matter. They were wishes that kept future-gazing interesting and worth indulging in. Here we are. Tired, at the end of … Continue reading 16 years
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