Suffering from a touch of post court malaise, spending an evening with my succulents seemed like the best kind of therapy. This is a hobby of mine that I’ve been cultivating for about the past six months, and I find it both incredibly rewarding, and grounding. Tonight is a landmark as I’m moving my first […]
Apparently children process grief very differently to adults. And to be honest, I envy them this innate ability, that we seem to grow out of. A good friend of mine told me that children do not take on more than they can handle in terms of emotional trauma. They manage it, take on what they […]
Thirty eight seconds. Just over half a minute. That’s how long this piece of wood, washed up on the beach, held her attention for. What I’m learning though, is that 38 seconds is enough. I know my daughter and I just know that she’ll drop what she learned in that 38 seconds into a conversation […]
We were on the train today and my daughter noticed the number on the seat in front of us. She pointed it out, and then identified the second number as the number eight (she knows this one because it looks like a snowman!). I asked her what the other one was, and she surprised me […]
I get called “snowflake” like it’s a bad thing. It seems to be the go to insult for right leaning people unable to engage in reasonable discourse. Calling someone a snowflake has become a way to automatically invalidate whatever challenge they were making to your behaviour or rhetoric by suggesting that their opinion is invalid […]
The only thing to fear, is fear itself… Said someone who’d never felt a sneeze building whilst breastfeeding
Music has piqued my daughter’s interest recently. Whilst I am not remotely musical, I love music and am always happier when I’m singing. When I was pregnant, I remember I was told that the baby could hear what was going on outside now, and that singing was a nice way of bonding, knowing that baby […]
The last time we spoke, you told me you were going to kill me. That I’d meet the “real” you. I asked you to stop. Told you I was scared. You told me I should be. That you were going to murder me, and that I should be scared. I hid. Took protective measures. Sought […]
No became a word I couldn’t use with you When you asked me to change my perfume as you didn’t like the smell Seemed reasonable When facilitating your life became my responsibility I didn’t refuse When you convinced me my friends weren’t my friends I reluctantly acquiesced When you mocked my choices, and made me […]
I spent approximately five years in a toxic, abusive relationship. I didn’t really understand that what I’d been through constituted domestic violence until a police officer literally spelled it out for me. Writing became my therapy for myself, both when the end of the relationship was fresh, in the period of uncertainty that followed, and […]
Unconditional Unschooling 