I was twenty-four years and seven months old, to the day. The doctor who had saved me with a shot six long years before had been the one to tell me, with saucer wide eyes, that my uterus had been the biggest mangled mess he'd ever seen. That poor piece of me had survived through [...]
Tag: womanhood
On being naked…
Over the past month, or so, I've been really privileged to spend evenings in deep conversation with various women who were guests in my home. Sometimes there was laughter, and quite often there were tears. In some instances there were glasses of wine, while every time there was an abundance of food. In these moments [...]
Sisterwives and weeds…
One evening last week I found myself sitting in a cluster of tables with several other women. They were all new to me, and I was not alone in that. We sat nibbling on cookies, chewing on Starbursts and getting to know each other. It was really nice. We chatted about babies, and real life [...]
I’m ok, you’re ok…
There is a virus, or exhaustion, (or perhaps a virus by exhaustion) making its way through our house, this week. We've each got a touch of it, somehow. These are the sort of things which don't seem to fit into the to-do lists and planners, thus leading to frustration. Yesterday, (which I'll get more to [...]
Rainy Day in May... 