Before I launch So You Are… Pregnant! into the world – regardless if it reaches 6 or 6000, I’d like to put my dreams out there first of what I hope it achieves. Dear SO YOU ARE… PREGNANT! I’m not going to lie… you’ve… Continue Reading “Chapter 74: Love letter to my bookie-wookie”
Category: Love Letters, So You Are... Stories!, Writer JourneyTags: Anxiety, Author, Babies, Blogger, Blogging, Books, First Time Mum, Healing, Mom, Mother, Mum, New Mom, New Mum, Parenting, Power, Pregnancy, Pregnant, So You Are... Stories!, Thanks, Truth, Women, Writer, Writer Journey
… Or – Writing Attire. “Where are you going,” asked my son. “To work.” “Oh? Do you go somewhere to write?” “Sometimes, but not today.” “Then why are you dressed up?” “Because I’m going to work.” “But, you work at home.” “Doesn’t mean I… Continue Reading “Chapter 72 : Dress to Empress”
Category: Writer JourneyTags: Author, Blogging, Flowers, Frida Kahlo, Kids, Kindness, Life, Mother, Professional Writer, Son, Writer
This starts off cutting, but I promise it gets kinder. Dear Alanis, The first time I heard you was in my Mum’s Carona with a custom fitted bonnet to rival any street car – we were quite the envy of my peers. No we… Continue Reading “Chapter 50: Dear Alanis”
Category: Love LettersTags: Alanis Morisette, Dreams, Fem, Goddess, Life, Love Letters, Mother, Music, Nineties Girl, Power, Song, Woman
Fangirl poetry inspired by real life heroine – Dr Bettany Hughes. Her documentary – When God was a Girl is inspirational. A fascinating and in-depth flip of history and how the past has shaped who we are and why many of the issues we… Continue Reading “Chapter 49: When God was Femme”
Category: Herstory, PoetryTags: Divine Truth, Female Wounding, Feminine, Mother, Poetry, Power, Truth, Woman, Writer, Writer Journey
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“Holy Moly That Scared The Shit Out Of Me!” …said my 6 year old son. Ah, from the mouth of foul mouthed babes. As bed time drew nearer and my sober hands became a little edgier, a knot in my daughters ridiculously long hair… Continue Reading “Prologue: Foul Mouthed Forest Children”