Mamas Mess Up Too

Mommy guilt is something I wrestle with often.  I think it’s partly to do with Facebook and the masked lives people like to display, which I tend to compare with the reality of my own. But for the most part, it’s because I believed I would always be so good at motherhood and I have […]

On Love, Mismatched Furniture and Longing in Paris

When I was 21 I wrote a poem that began with these words: “I breathe, but I am not living.” I wrote it from central Paris, where my then boyfriend owned a sparse and uninviting apartment in which smatterings of mismatched furniture gathered dust. And the landscape inside of me seemed to mirror that which […]

More Than a Number

“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.” ~ Steve Maraboli I didn’t become aware of my body until around the age of ten. My friend Caroline was visiting for the day and insisted on […]

No More Shame

Last year was a doozy for me. It was the worst my marriage has seen and I certainly wouldn’t win Mother of the Year Award 2013. I’ve talked about it in this space before —how I suffered through a long period of depression, feeling isolated, lonely and empty, despite being surrounded by great friends and […]

Waiting To Be Noticed

I leaned against the metal railing that circled the dance floor. The beat of the music vibrated through every bone in my body. My eyes were on my slim twenty-something friends as they gyrated to the beat of Duran Duran with some boys we had just met. I hated Duran Duran. At home I secretly […]