Your ads will be inserted here byEasy Plugin for AdSense.Please go to the plugin admin page toPaste your ad code OR Suppress this ad slot. Nothing has made me aware of mortality as much as my daughter has. Nothing has made me care about life as much as my daughter…Continue Reading

Survival instinct

One night I went to check up on my sleeping five-year-old. Her bed was empty and her bedroom window was open. There was no screen to the window, just a child-sized entrance to our third floor balcony. I called out her name and no reply. I searched our small apartment…Continue Reading

Fuck it

Yesterday, I said, fuck it. Nothing was going right. The bus was late. I hadn’t eaten. I forgot an assignment. My work lost my pay cheque. If I took her my daughter to karate it would mean three more buses and little time to go to the dinner we had…Continue Reading


Sometimes I catch myself thinking about the things I miss out on by being a parent. The places I can’t go, the events I miss. Boyfriends have told me they love me, but not the fact that I’m a mother, as if one has nothing to do without the other.…Continue Reading

Broody be gone!

Even when you know you are in no position to have another child, it happens, you remember the good ol days. Memories of being needed. You hold someone else’s baby and warm feelings come back. STOP! It’s a trap. Nature is trying to trick you into making more more more!…Continue Reading