This is the sound track to my anxiety. So accurate.
chills and tears and chills and tears
Whoever said that comedians can’t laugh at their own jokes has not yet seen my stand-up. Honestly, laughing at my jokes (usually before I have finished them) is my entire shtick. Not like a little chuckle or a cute snort – I’m talking uncontrollable tears-down-cheeks, snot-out-the-nose howling. I laugh so hard that my audience (read: my long-suffering family) ends up laughing out of … More Shtick
An excerpt from The Grand Shattering by Sarah Manguso: “The point of having a child is to be rent asunder, torn in two. Years before I had my son I heard of an artist explaining why she had decided to become a mother: I didn’t want to reach the end of my life intact. Imperious, I judged … More Excerpt: The Grand Shattering
It appears I have acquired myself a house husband. My fella is trading in his day job for the role of stay-at-home dad. This is a life-long dream of mine, and his, realised. Hoorah. Regrettably, this fortunate twist of fates is only temporary. It extends for six months, owing to a combination of his long … More Life with a House Husband
As a new mum, one of the tips I have been told time and time again is: Sleep when the baby sleeps. It’s a cute sentiment, but I call bullshit. Some babies don’t nap. Like mine. For me, it’s more like: Guzzle another cup of instant coffee and wash your face with a baby wipe, … More Mama Musings
It hurts me to see you hurting. My heart is your heart. It aches deeply for you. So urgently (so helplessly) I want to free you from this. Remove, delete this new burden you now have to bear each day and forever. But I can’t and I can’t and I am so powerless. There is nothing to do … More When You Break