The fight is real. Not to be reduced to motherhood despite all its joys. Of course a woman is defined by her capacity to produce another human but we forget it is men who are also capable of doing so – we can’t reproduce all by ourselves or change gender by-will like some green frogs […]
Mommy Diaries: One year ago.
It’s been an entire year since I stopped the count as a “single woman actively dating”. It’s our first ever anniversary together. The past year was unexpected and exceptional. We got together as he moved all his belongings from his old apartment to his new one in Fribourg, as I was actively looking for the […]
Je dois reformuler quelque chose que j’ai entendu récemment… (à mon avis) La fonction éducative de la vie est le rêve de tout philosophe moraliste et de toute propagande conservatrice. Pour vivre pleinement, ne cherchez pas la fonction éducative de la vie, car comme l’art, il n’y a pas de fonction éducative ici!
Mommy Diaries: #Totensalamander #ElizabethII
“Höre mich, tote Schwester, ich trinke dir das letzte Glas.” There’s a trending post: “Imagine if the world showed this much care and empathy for the communities that Queen Elizabeth II and the monarchy colonised and ravaged.” On CNBC news, an article talks of how Queen Elizabeth’s death revives criticism of Britain’s legacy of colonialism: […]
Mommy Diaries : Poop
We all wonder when they start summoning their poop. By they I mean men. Let me tell you as a mother of a baby boy… it starts as early as when they are born! Atleast fifteen minutes every morning is spent in scrunch-faced focus. Right after his breakfast, just as soon as I put a […]
I have a soft spot for the underdogs, the socially awkward, kind hearted misfits, honest and the naïve – they are emotionally far more mature than the normal, the strategist, charming, conniving superficial humans that the world readily celebrates. For the former doesn’t know how to gracefully let go – but when they do the […]
Breathing fire is an art. Exhale negativity. Inhale happiness. Rise out of ashes and general gaminess. Though I’ve been rugged, every-time I soar, I am told – you cannot keep a dragon in cages nor see them in zoos.
There’s a fine line between father I have sinned and daddy I am self-aware!
Long walks are the portals of clear vision, looking at dirt roads to see clear sky… Gone over the edge to see where edge resides, – and then it’s all black and white.
The more I write, more I wonder about the depth of imagination that we all are capable of – yet some are comfortable accessing.