Letter to my Ouma

The call came at 2:17pm on Thursday. “Ouma had a really bad setback. She probably won’t make it through the night. If you want to say your final goodbye, you should come” The hospital is big and open. The air was heavy and it was hot inside the waiting room of the ICU. My chest…

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Dear Khloe,

Dear Kiki, This morning you asked me if I love work more than I love you and Zoe. The question breaks my heart, and as you are just 5, I’m pretty sure it was not designed to. Don’t worry; I don’t hold it against you. Daughters are meant to know and agitate their mother’s vulnerable…

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The season of parenting…

I am in a season of my life right now where I feel bone tired almost all of the time. Ragged, how-am-I-going-to-make-it-to-the-end-of-the-day, eyes burning exhausted. Exhausted to a point I literally live on coffee and cigarettes.  I have 2 girls ages 5 and under. I’m not complaining about that. Well, maybe I am a little…

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About me.

Who am I? Who knew that such a simple question would be so hard to answer? But after having this blog for 6 months now, maybe I should introduce myself. I’m a daughter, a wife, a mother, a sister, business owner and a friend. I’m also a parent and a student. I’m a writer. I love helping…

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Ghost Writer: Confessions and connections. Connections, acquaintances and the people in the elevator…

The one thing that I have learned in therapy is that sometimes its ok to actually go against the grain and go with your gut. I have recently exited a relationship for the fact that I was required to cut off connections and then simply continue my life without them. That said, I stayed for…

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