THIRTY TWO FOR THIRTY TWO
I turned thirty-two in September and I’ve been meaning to write this since then, but to be honest, life, procrastination and the need to step back a little means I’m writing it now, in bed, fresh off a much-needed girls’
ONE YEAR LATER
Just over a year ago, I was lying in a hospital bed scared to death about having to push out a baby. Then I was told there wouldn’t be any pushing after all, because the baby had decided to poop
LETTER TO A TROLL
Dear Miserable Troll, Thanks for writing to me about two weeks ago. I meant to write back sooner but I’ve been a little busy enjoying a nice, quiet, blessed life. I promised myself I’d write to you one of these days
BETRAYAL IN THE BAR
I’ve finally recovered from my hangover. One week later. I kid you not. I was out on Friday last week celebrating my former boss and then a friend’s birthday. It started with a late lunch and drinks, and before I knew
ARM-ED AND DANGEROUS(LY GREEDY)
I went swimming today, for the first time in a long time. The last time I went swimming, I was seven months pregnant, feeling really heavy, my nose occupied half my face and when I tried to swim, I could