Wakeful and wanting – reflections on motherhood, fragility and privilege
A few nights ago I stayed awake, even though I was tired. I’d spent the whole day away from screens,
Continue readingA few nights ago I stayed awake, even though I was tired. I’d spent the whole day away from screens,
Continue readingOur neighbours had a baby one stormy night in January. He was born at home, next door to us, some
Continue readingOur family legend goes as such: the very day I was born, my parents almost split up because they argued
Continue readingBefore delving into this week’s topic, some good news: I got a Facebook scholarship to participate in the Journalism Creators Program
Continue readingIf you’d met me some 30 years ago, you would have found a rather opinionated child, somewhat chubby after early
Continue readingI was rather lucky growing up. For me, childhood dreams, adventure and play are all intertwined with memories of long
Continue readingThe boy was two years old when his mother disappeared from his life. Struggling to recover from the birth of
Continue readingAs I type this, construction workers are hammering outside my window, standing on a mobile scaffolding. The noise of traffic
Continue readingI’m back at work today after the Easter weekend, when I had a couple of days off. It meant extra
Continue readingBeing a mother comes with a lot of conflicted feelings. I go from wanting to literally bite into my son’s
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