For a little while, I was their mother // and they reached for me in the night // let me smell the scent of sleep on their skin // and allowed for countless kisses in the morning. // But they were never mine to keep.
For A Little While
Mothering in a Man’s World
Bring back the yin/yang balance to our offices, governments and board rooms. To build a better humanity, we need to embrace our innate need to offer care and love. We need to feel our way forward, and bring our whole selves to work, not leave the mother at home.
To Love A Child
To love a child is to know love in its truest form, for it expects nothing in return. To love a child is to glimpse the truth that is intricately woven into the fabric of the universe, to get a peek of what it really means to exist, to bring into focus all that we... Continue Reading →
On Beauty: A Letter to my Daughters
Dearest daughters, You are so young, only five and two, and so blessedly contained inside the safe square that makes up your world. On the beach, you shed your clothes in seconds, concerned only with skipping to the water in as few steps as possible. When you get dressed in the morning, your main objective... Continue Reading →
Me, My Soul and Tolstoy: A Mother’s own Confession
During my own mind's most confused hours, long gone Tolstoy spoke to me from beyond his grave. I am his spirit forever grateful for sharing his own struggle and awakening in A Confession. I know the publication of the same resulted in his exclusion from the circles in which he moved, but having experienced the... Continue Reading →
In Weakness Veritas
When I am able-bodied and strong, it is easy to create the illusion that I and those I love could exist in a vacuum. Nothing could be further from the truth. As humans, we are little jigsaw pieces of a hugely complex society, each performing a task so that the next person won't have to.... Continue Reading →
The Echo of a Life: Tribute to a Friend and Mother who is No More
I once had a friend, but she is no more. Her presence left imprints in me and bettered my life at the time. As a child, she could organise her stuffed animals into elaborate social structures and families and play with me for hours. As a teenager, she explored black mascara and lipstick with me... Continue Reading →
The Miracle of Child
On my most forgetful days, I catch myself staring at my children wondering how they could possibly come out of nothing. Pregnancy nausea, heavy belly loads, overdue due dates, marathon births and post-partum recovery are parked at the very lowest level of my consciousness as I marvel at the miracle of life. Sharing a particularly... Continue Reading →
On Mama's Mind 