A short essay on how being a mother has helped me recover lost parts of myself.
Author Archives: Mommy, Mostly
Dear Hull
Originally posted on Facebook in March 2020 Dear Hull, Lately I’m missing you. I’m thinking about my favourite times, my favourite places. The Top Deck in Princes Quay, before it made way for yet another cinema. The hours upon hours spent in Sun Café studying, reading, writing essays, but mostly drinking tea and having chats.Continue reading “Dear Hull”
Lockdown Nostalgia
Feeling nostalgic over my university days
Backache
Disclaimer – Please Note – This household contains a rambunctious toddler.
New Year’s Eve Letter
Dear R, This is our second Christmas as a family of 3. And what a strange time its been since our first one. I would love to write this and not have to use the c word. I would love to write this and talk about the friends you made at creche and at theContinue reading “New Year’s Eve Letter”
Talking of Teeth
Socially distant mom chats turn to talking of teeth
Missing Christmas
Thinking about how Christmas will look different this year, and how it already does in the shops.
A Free Evening
He woke at 5.30 this morning. He does that a lot, but usually I can get him back to sleep. Some cuddles while sucking on the boob and he usually drifts off and I can get another hour in bed, if I’m lucky. But this morning it was not to be. After half an hourContinue reading “A Free Evening”
A Dime a Dozen
Trying to find my own voice in a crowded momisphere.
Mom Dating
I wrote a post in one of the mom Facebook groups I joined in my new locale. I explained my situation and how I was just looking for someone to chat with over coffee. Well dear readers, it worked. I arranged a first date.
