When my godson’s seven year old sister Anaina visited her best friend J a couple of days ago, she was expecting to just be a seven year old and hang out with her friend. She was looking forward to playing with J, showing her the new present her uncle had bought her, and hanging out. But when she went back…
This is what it looks like when I’ve had enough. I am tired of the hatred and intolerance perpetrated by certain members of the Christian community about the widespread prevalence of people saying ‘Happy Holidays’ instead of ‘Merry Christmas’. WHAT? Last year there was a long-winded status floating around Facebook that pretty much blamed the immigrant communities for the rise…
…but it’s nice sometimes. My boyfriend reacted with anger today at something someone said to me. I’ve rarely seen him angry, but this was one of the rare moments. Without thinking about it, he rose to my defence. I didn’t mind. It’s not that I can’t speak up for myself. It’s not like I can’t save myself. It’s not like…
What, another post, and so soon? Well, yes. I haven’t been blogging in a couple of weeks and I have some catching up to do. I read an interesting post by the friend of a friend about body hair. In other words, a woman’s body hair. In other other words, this is THAT post about body hair. You know, the…
I’m _exhausted_. I don’t just mean that I’m tired; it’s not the sort of tired you feel at the end of the day when you’ve had full and busy and looked up at the clock and realised that it wasn’t even noon yet. I’m _exhausted_. I’m worn out, on almost every level. I just feel completely depleted and I need…
This is the second part of a two-part post about my battle with depression. You can find the first post here. I was not gone. I know that now. But for a long time, I didn’t. For three long years, as my depression took complete control of me, I didn’t know that. I thought I had changed and…
This is the first part of a two-part post about my battle with depression. You can find the second post here. The voice is sly and wheedling; if it weren’t for the actual words it would sound almost persuasive. ‘You’re right. Nobody cares if you live or die. You’re entirely alone.’ My response is both predictable and pathetic.…
When I was out running errands yesterday I stopped for a cup of coffee and a calming piece of biscotti in one of my favourite cafés. I wasn’t feeling particularly interested enough in humanity yesterday to indulge in my favourite café pastime of people watching, and I wasn’t interested in the various newspapers that hung temptingly on the newspaper stand beside the revolving…
6th July 2012
My friends will all tell you that there’s one thing that’s absolutely predictable about me: I’m a sucker for romance. Anything that lets me know my boyfriend has been thinking about me fills me with wonderful happiness. I’m rather easy to please as well. It doesn’t always have to be the most expensive red roses or a box of expensive…
9th June 2012
For a long time now, I’ve been wanting to give up some of my time every week to volunteering for a human cause. I do plenty of work with the animals my family rescues, but I realised that all I ever did was sponsor my CRY child through the year, which doesn’t take up any of my time. I tend…