Nobody cares about birth stories

Because it’s my first Mother’s Day with some actual mothering under my belt, and B is approaching the close of his first year on the outside … Continue reading Nobody cares about birth stories


Escapism no more

I dreamed about my grandparents’ house, a place that my subconscious often makes use of to represent a sense of shelter or escapism, occasionally obligation. However, I find the dream-house is becoming less stable, less secure of late. That is to say its meaning is changing … Continue reading Escapism no more