LESSONS FROM MOTHERHOOD
I’m sitting in bed eating my second chapati of the evening, chased down with lemon and ginger tea sweetened with honey, because wine and chapo might not go too well together. My mind is reminding me, very loudly, that I
I’LL HAVE SOME RELIEF, WITH A SIDE OF INADEQUACY & ANXIETY PLEASE
I’m scared of little people. Not dwarves; little people. Babies. More accurately, I’m scared of my baby. You’d think that after five months of being around her every day, I’d be more confident in myself, but that has not been
THE PERFECT MOM
She’s eight weeks old now; our precious Gong. Eight weeks! Her father and I have kept another human being alive for eight whole weeks. It’s been one hell of an interesting ride, and I’m coming out of it feeling like
ACCEPTANCE
It’s 3.30am. I should be asleep, but I find myself staring at her. She seems to love nights this one. It’s at this hour that she smiles her gummy little smile and wants to play after her diaper change, and
CONFIDENCE MY ASS
I’m a confident babe. I don’t often doubt myself, and I think I kick ass in my life most times. At least that’s what I’ve taught myself to believe. I’ve got that can do attitude, and it’s gotten me pretty