One morning last week my 18-year-old daughter and I were having a conversation about life and career goals. This was initiated by her impending high school graduation. It was one of those chats that leads to existential questions about one’s purpose in life. I love those! I love gaining insight into their unique perspectives. “NoContinue reading “Just a Mum”
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To my daughter:
Things every girl should know. You are a strong, beautiful, unique individual. Never measure yourself against other women, they aren’t your competition. Challenge yourself. Work to become the best version of you. Celebrate, support and uplift other women. Nurture your friendships and sisterhood. Never compare and tear each other down. Be kind to yourself andContinue reading “To my daughter:”
Dear 2020 Graduates
Your childhood has been lived in parentheses between 2 world changing events, 9/11 and Covid 19. College and University graduates, you arrived shortly before 9/11, and high school graduates, just after. As a cohort, you are the individuals forged through transition as society reeled and reacted through wars, recessions, technological and social advances. You areContinue reading “Dear 2020 Graduates”
Sisterhood
Slut shaming, virgin taunting. Working mums are selfish, stay-at-homes lack ambition. Too posh to push or earth mother? Judgement in abundance. Body shaming. Too fat, so flat. No booty, too booby. Bitch, slag, stuck up, common, princess, ho! All driven by insecurity with nowhere to go. Self-harming, sisterhood wanting… Love acceptance and unity choices madeContinue reading “Sisterhood”
Holding Hands
First the newborn finger clutch, then the cherubic, sticky toddler hands reaching out to mine for balance; the clammy little first day of school hand reluctantly letting go of mine at the school gate. 1, 2, 3 hand squeezes signalled a secret “I love you” message. The excited hand grip used to get my attention whenContinue reading “Holding Hands”
The Tide
How long does the pain remain? It ebbs slowly, growing fainter by the day, only to come crashing back in,The next wave of loss and guilt in the tidal rhythm of my life. Sometimes, now, it is the muted sunset of low tide with the gentle lapping of tepid memory Swirling around my feet, teasingContinue reading “The Tide”
