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London mum, writer and amateur illustrator. Hopes to navigate through motherhood without losing herself.
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All I ever wanted
Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas was blaring out of the speakers above my head as I waded through the aisles of shingly wrapped perfumes and luxurious cosmetics. If only money could buy you happiness, I thought as I … Continue reading
The man in Grandma’s bed
The knock on the door must have fallen on deaf ears. Taking a deep breath, I push the handle down and step inside, prepared to be overwhelmed by the sweet smell of rotten flowers and stale air. ‘Hello Grandma.’ I … Continue reading
On Haribos and Art Prints
They had been set up the week before. Her friend had coaxed her into coming out for a meal at a casual, low-key restaurant in Notting Hill with loads of people. Her friend knew she’d never shown up for a … Continue reading
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Feeling rotten
I don’t know either why I got a sinus infection and a uti all at once. I just know that I am not moving away from this spot anytime soon. Bear with me. Please.
Grandma
Every time I picked up the phone to call my grandma during the past months, I dreaded that she’d fall asleep on the phone again, that she’d again confuse names, that her speech again was slurred and that again, I … Continue reading
It’s your birthday, it’s your birthday…
Go shawty, it’s your birthday We gonna party like it’s your birthday We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday And you know we don’t give a f***, it’s not your birthday Well, darling Fiddy, it IS my birthday. Tweet
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Under my umbrella ella ella
Bouncing to the sounds of Rihanna through the kitchen this morning with little L on my arm, I realised that this was ‘our’ song. We had only started dating when I boarded a plane to go to Stockholm to see … Continue reading
Love in – hate out
When the school bullies decided to pick on me, I fantasised on how I would not stumble across my own words, how I would be as mean as they were, leaving them behind embarrassed and ashamed, lost for words. If … Continue reading
Making the most of it
Not too long ago, my life was far from rosy. I remember feeling being caught in an impressionistic painting: when you looked too close, the whole thing appeared to be quite messy and didn’t make sense at all. Continue reading
A sudden love for gardening. Am I getting old?
It’s official now. The leaves are falling, temperatures barely climb over the 20C mark and scarves, gloves and hats are back on the menu. It’s autumn! One thing that really cheered me up recently is… gardening. Maybe it’s because I am a mum now, that I find these things appealing. The whole philosophy of the circle of life, the old making space for the new, the deep connection between life and death. Or maybe I am just getting old. Continue reading
