I will keep putting my shoes on. That's my silent vigil. My resistance.
‘Sun’s Out, Guns Out, Fun’s Out’
Category: expat mum
What a Cake Might Mean
...for a long time I internalised the importance of being stoic. Thinking of it as a strength. I couldn't metabolize the sentimental. Anything saccharin was too much for me to take, to likely to errode my defences.
The Mending Basket – sew your way to sustainability
sewing contains romance, excitement and a hit of the happy you usually need to spend money to get, all while adding feathers to your sustainability crown.
Travelling to the Past
some surprises, re-rememberings and new ways of looking forwards.
The Naive Face Painter
From that first moment of intuitive inspiration an artist hopes to build something.
How to Act like a Traveller at Home
True travel addicts share how they keep the travel vibe alive on home turf.
The Sleep Series – Part one. I can’t remember where I slept last night
I walked in the door this afternoon and it flashed across my mind, for no particular reason that I could not remember where I slept last night. I don't have a wild lifestyle. I just have two small children. Sleeping Woman For the first few weeks after going into his own bed Rafa… Continue reading The Sleep Series – Part one. I can’t remember where I slept last night
I will teach my children lies
I will teach them that a mothers love and a fathers love can protect them from everything...
How To Feed Your Soul
Have you already lost that New Year glow? That warm fuzzy feeling that this year things will go OK, things will be accomplished. You will be calm, intelligent and accomplished? I reached a proper low around the middle of January. The bottom out involved words like: stomach bug, medical fasting, colonoscopy*, husband projectile vomiting, two… Continue reading How To Feed Your Soul
Counting down to Christmas
A week or so to go: Christmas is coming, Christmas is coming, Christmas is coming... and I've done very little. Edinburgh is bloated with pre-Christmas activities. I think perhaps the intention is to distract us from the gloomy weather setting in – so the locals feel cold and are indoctrinated to think 'ah Christmas is… Continue reading Counting down to Christmas
