“You can’t sit with us’. A slogan that seems to be on quite a lot of merchandise these days. A saying that is completely contradictory to … Continue reading You can’t sit with us.
Teeth clenched, holding my breath just staring blankly at the toddler as she continues to meticulously unwrap each and every crayon. Leaving them bare and naked, … Continue reading BROKEN CRAYONS DO COLOUR
Depression is like a thunderstorm that strikes at the heart of your body and soul. It ravages your personality, massacres your behaviour and twists your thought patterns. Many who have … Continue reading What I have learnt from my depression
Everybody loves the countdown to a new baby. It is among the best – and most profound – before and afters life has to offer. Leap … Continue reading B is for BABY
In the dimly lit house I feel like shedding a tear, in the dark on the cold tiled floor on a hot summer evening. That sounds pretty poetic, actually it was more along the lines of ugly crying (Kim Kardashian style) in the dark, on a hot floor, I don’t know who is screwing with El’ Nino and La Nina or who ever is appropriate but GAWD it’s hot. Like sweating bullets hot. Continue reading Bring your own Brass Band