Author: Metropolitan Mum

Feels like failing

Growing up as the daughter of a second wave feminist in the 1970s, I never once doubted that I would become the strong, independent woman I was destined to be. Fast forward a couple of decades, two children and five moves across countries and continents, and I feel like I failed. I failed myself, my upbringing, and if life continues as it is, I am going to fail my daughters.

House tour

If it wouldn’t sound so terribly clichéd, I’d happily venture into interior design. Not the one with the fluffy pillows, trinkets, knickknacks and rugs, but the one with the tiles, wall colours, walls (knocked down or put in), new windows and side extensions. Or is that interior architecture?

Moving on

Finally, it’s time. The house is sold, the studio is sold, and all the members of our family are sold on the idea of moving. Well, almost all, but I realised that I can’t stay another winter, hence we are moving anyway. 

Dear 1995

Remember 1995 and the years leading up to it? Those were the years of my late teens – years interspersed with teenage angst, first loves and first (very awkward) sex. Sadly, my diaries of that time, which came close to an encyclopedia with its ten or so volumes, are lost. At some point (it might […]

How to turn 42

I turned 40 two years ago, and it’s been a breeze. I guess it can be, if you are at peace with yourself and if, as it happens to be the case for this not-so-young-anymore lady, you are blessed with good genes. It’s nothing that I am be proud of, nothing that I can claim […]

Scrumptious buckwheat pancakes

Buckwheat pancakes. If the sound of this makes you think of old shoe sole with a hint of stale hazelnut, you shall be forgiven. On a quest to replace white flour with whole grain alternatives, I have tried various recipes with little success. Very much to the dismay of my children, I was determined to […]

A Mantra for inner peace

If you have tried yoga, you most likely have come across mantra chanting at some point. I love chanting mantras. While singing is fun (especially if no one’s listening ;-)), there is something incredibly soothing, sometimes even magical about chanting.