Us

Us

I had expected that after the birth of my daughter, I would miss ‘me’. My independence, my body, my time, my sleep. In fact, I missed what I missed more was us; my husband and I. Our time together, our independence as a couple.  It felt like we were floating adrift from each other; two kayaks tied together, floating along and occasionally knocking into each other.  Becoming ‘us’ had seemed quite easy. I guess the beginning always is easy. There were pub dates and meals we cooked at our respective…

Home Grown: Home, Belonging and Identity

Home Grown: Home, Belonging and Identity

The young lawyer wrote fervently; the remnants of his lunch pushed aside as he took notes with pen and a hastily produced paper.  I was discussing the legal definition of a dwelling, over lunch on the weekend. The four of us young professionals were seated around a table at a busy cafe and I was outlining that the movement for ‘tiny houses’ seemed to be a bit of a legal grey area. The teeny size of a tiny house means that it is not necessarily considered a ‘house’ in the eyes of…

In Good Company

In Good Company

I jokingly asked a friend recently if they were the weird kid at school, and he said ‘Well yes, but isn’t everybody. Nobody feels like they fit in at school.’ Perhaps this is true. As a child, I didn’t really know or care if I was the weird kid, but I certainly had a few imaginary friends.  In fact, I would sometimes walk around my garden, circumnavigating my house, just telling myself stories. I had entire kingdoms, dynasties, coups, love affairs. I asked my parents recently if they worried about…

Let Your Love

Let Your Love

  Last weekend, a couple of cool cats I care for, celebrated their love by getting married. It was a fabulously fun and inclusive day, with friends and family contributing their talents in many ways. Sarah suggested I give a reading, and maybe a poem, and maybe a poem I had written? I’m not much of poetry-creator, more a poetry-reader and analyzer, so I threw a little something together by standing on the shoulders of giants, and borrowing from a few of my favourite poets.   Let Your Love Let…

Superman’s Bad Day

Superman’s Bad Day

This post really should be titled ‘The Power of #failure’, but that sounded too much like the title you’d see for some kind of wacky TV self-help show which you accidentally end up watching in those insomniac hours between night and morning.  Plus I rather liked the photo, taken outside a museum in Berlin. The plaque next to the statue reads ‘Even Superman has bad days.’ How completely correct: even  superheroes mess things up sometimes, and no doubt they are more well-rounded beings for it (well as much as you…