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
STRONG, DEPENDANT WOMAN
I’ve said it before: babies scare me. That includes mine. I’m terrified of my child, and I’ve often been unsure of what to do when left alone with her. That probably explains why the longest I’ve been with her, without
FAKE IT ‘TIL YOU MAKE IT
Have you ever felt like an impostor? No? Well lucky you then! I (sometimes) suffer from the Impostor Syndrome, like I don’t deserve to be where I am because I haven’t earned it yet, and I keep thinking that someone
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 NANNY
10.30pm. I should be getting ready for bed. Gong is still sound asleep in her spot on the couch, where we’ve taken our evening naps every day since we brought her home from hospital. My Lover is next to her,