And so, a few days ago I was thinking about writing while eating a root beer Dum Dum lollipop. Thinking about writing is pretty much my natural state. Working on, y’know, actually writing more. Stick with me. The Dum Dum was a nostalgic addition courtesy of a recent care package from my mother. It contains too many E numbers, and two handheld gamimg devices. Isla, at four, is apparently behind her peers in the use of gadgets that are not…
It’s been an interesting couple of days in the not so frosty North. I wanted to write a letter to Neil about our fifth wedding anniversary, about how one day we got married and the next day Isla was nearly four and having her first dance recital. That’s exactly what happened. I was heavily pregnant for our first wedding anniversary. We went to the zoo, I forgot my three gallons of ice-tea, and I actually ended up in the…
A few months ago, I was on a self-care kick. I bought three mindfulness magazines made from recycled paper, and a candle that smells of books. This was it. I was going to read through the magazines with the candle going. I was going to learn how to relax, and maybe even get some sleep. And yet. The magazines sit unread in various corners and different piles. The candle is still sealed. I’m still not sleeping, but that’s OK. I’ve…
I am a mother. I am disabled. I am sometimes a disabled mother. Isla went back to nursery school today, after mid-winter break. I enjoyed having her home for three days. I’m also enjoying being able to write this post in silence, without cartoons in the background, while she is at school. This morning we had our usual cuddles with TV and waffles before what Isla calls ‘the team effort’ to get her dressed. She’s hopping around, pulling her jeans…
