Category: identity

Bleeding pieces of me

Sharp shards of me Streaming down the coast Screaming for attention Sending frozen shivers across the back Subtlety in the background Silence needing to be extinguished Some dark days ahead, but Surely some light must emerge Shards of me shimmering in the moonlight

She was going to thrive

Nope. Not going to happen. No way. No how. No ifs or buts. No tantrums. No lies. No giving in. No budging. No crocodile tears. No time. No. Nope. No. She would keep repeating herself until she finally listened to herself. No more. She was no punching bag. […]

I’m out of charge

Everyday to work, I carry a cute backpack where I have my laptop and about 1,000 chargers. Well, I exaggerate a wee bit. However, I do carry an extraordinary number of chargers as well as electronic devices. Always need to be connected to something. I carry my laptop, […]

My brie day

I love cheese. I think I could almost eat cheese with every meal. Well, let’s say at least every day and not every meal. The point is that I appreciate cheese. It was one of the few things I could eat during pregnancy. I had morning sickness for […]