Gosh I wish this blogging thing was easier. I’m stuck and I can’t seem to find a way out. But I’m not here to moan (even I’m tired of my moaning). Mother’s Day was a week ago and I still think about the day I had. It was our third Mother’s Day without my mom …
Written in collaboration with Baby Dove It’s after 11 at night, Mark is sleeping and Matthew is a few weeks old. He’s woken up with a poonami and it’s taking all my creative manoeuvres to get it cleaned up. Once cleaned, I put him on the boob to get him to go back to sleep. …
Have you ever wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words to say it? I’m in that space at the moment. I think it’s because my thoughts are consumed with the pain I’m in and trying to alleviate it. But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning. When I …
Staring at the blank screen, waiting for the right words to come. Worrying if the words I write will resonate with anyone who reads it or cause many to judge me. Wanting to get the words out of my head and hopefully find some quiet but so scared that someone will find fault and give …
Doubt is such a thief of joy. It takes away a part of who you are and makes you believe that you are less than. Less than perfect. Less than enough. Less than you deserve. Doubt makes us question whether we’re doing the right, made the right decision, are good enough parents, wives, husbands, children. …
I’m juggling my balls and at first everything is going well. I have about 4 or 5 balls that stay up there and everyone is oohing and aahing over how I get my ball to stay in the air. Then some asshole decides to just chuck another ball in there. I struggle to control it …