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I close my eyes and sink back a little in my chair as I take a spoonful of fragrant rice pudding, the Pakistani way, teleporting myself to times where my Nani’s dupatta smelling like an embrace covers my face.
There was a dust storm last night. I’d like to believe Ammi (my Nani) sent new Ambiyaan (Raw Mangoes) from her garden for me. I
My baby has a baby and it’s her first Mother’s Day. Reminiscing my own. Missing her like mad. Sending her truckloads of Aggressive Public Display of Affection.
My baby asked for an Elmo party this year. At a time when COVID19 wasn’t a meaningful word. Just gibberish. Sadly by the time her
Time flies. But does it really? You my darling child, turn 3 today. 3 years of a kind of party I could never imagine ever
This is a win. For Women’s Rights. For Parents Rights. For Human Rights. For taking a step back and realising the human need to bond and recuperate after a life altering event. It is time to celebrate that Mothers in Pakistan are now able to breathe a little easier.
Brené Brown has been my spirit animal since I read her first book a few years ago. For 2020, our bigger plan aligns and it made me smile. Read on… you know you want to.
Decembers through my life and what they have morphed into over the past few, rather formative years in my life.
Revealing my one true love…
I wanted to surprise a mother figure for her birthday but my child ended up surprising me with her secret talent.
Having a little human follow you around can get tiring. What really hits the tiring game out of the park is when we try too hard.
Too hard to be perfect. Too hard to do it right. Too hard to “be the best role model”.
A cheat sheet for non manic parenting.