Bitter & Sweet
I couldn’t stop them The tears They fell They flowed They stung as they bathed my soul in bitter and sweet My broken heart lay at my feet Still beating My mind still screaming The stench of death lifting from…
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I couldn’t stop them The tears They fell They flowed They stung as they bathed my soul in bitter and sweet My broken heart lay at my feet Still beating My mind still screaming The stench of death lifting from…
Read moreThere was blood. A lot of it. And the child was crying her head off. I was parking the car when I first heard her screaming. I left the car running and raced up the steps, almost dropping the house…
Read moreThree things: Swimming, aeroplanes and ear infections. They shouldn’t have anything in common. Ah, but they do. If a swimmer, a pilot and a baby walked into a bar, they would have at least one thing to talk about. And…
Read moreFrom newborn, to infant to toddler and back again, it might be time to call baby a name other than that which denotes the current stage of her development. She was sitting on my lap a few days ago when…
Read moreWe’re 8! It’s been eight months since the child was born. How time flies! I’ve been looking at pictures from back when she was a newborn. Such a tiny, little slip of a girl. I look back on that age…
Read moreThere’s a style of child rearing called attachment parenting (AP). According to Attachment Parenting International (an organisation with the self-proclaimed mission to nurture children for a compassionate world) AP is “an application of sensitive, responsive parenting…based in the practice of…
Read moreHappy New Year! First of all, I am relieved to report that baby and I are no longer without a nanny. Last week, I realised that it’s not just the child who needs help, so does Mama. Thankfully, our ayah…
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