My memory of how it all played out is vague. We had literally just turned off of our road when my father and I were pulled over by the police. I was naive and in my early teens so i wasn’t afraid and didn’t think too much of it. My…
My girl
Every evening I walk through the door and as soon as he lays his brown eyes on me he points and calls “Dada”. What generally follows (if he is out of the bath that is) is a run to me, arms open – I lift him up and he rests…
Happy 64th Birthday, Mum!
Today (22nd September) would’ve been the 64th birthday of my mother. Anything that has to do with my mum or reminds me of her (birthdays, anniversaries, triggered memories) still affects me deeply and mentally even if I don’t always tell people openly about this. My mum was my first love…
Men Don’t Cry, Right?
Emotions. Vulnerability. Embracing hurt, pain and grief. These are things that have been taught to certain men and generations of men to hide and tuck away. Being emotional or showing emotions is feminine. Men don’t cry. Who wants to see a man cry? It’s weak. I’m sure you’ve heard these…