December in my life
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…
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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…
Self care is sometimes more basic than a day at the spa. For all the days when functioning at the bare minimum is a struggle here’s a real AF checklist.
Why I stayed home with my child instead of pursuing my seven figure career with zero regret. To date.
Coming out with the guiltiest of my pleasures isn’t a joke. I was raised by a breed that emphasised most on keeping appearances of grace under all circumstances in life. Little did they know child birth or simply late thirties would break a valve. Welcome to the first of my Guilty Pleasures Series because I can’t keep hiding any more.
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.
Mothers leave a blueprint within their babies. It isn’t necessarily physiological or even genetic. For mothers come in all shapes, sizes, genders and number. Here’s to a few of the MANY who mothered me through life.
Look closely. While my child screams and runs off in anger that would shame animal rights supporters marching at Knightsbridge with bloodied fur around their necks, you will find another human offspring rolling on the floor in the distance. Almost looked for her mum to suggest swapsies!
A slight deviation from the happy shiny.
London brings out my journey through life like no other. For which I thank her. Vulnerability is my super power. What’s Yours?
Five things we need to think before we get swept away with the gorgeous graffiti of patriotism that very quickly escalated into jingoism including a Mother’s take on war in this world. A little heartbroken today yet still struggling to make tomorrow a better day
I keep assigning gifts and favours to celebrated days and my lover laughs at me. The fact is, we don’t love each other because we share gifts. We buy each other the most obnoxious crap only because we love each other. Valentine’s Day or not. All kinds of lovers surround me. So do my special deliveries from Kickstarter.com