Celebrating One Year of Parenting Solo

10/12 It’s been a year of learning. And I’m learning to acknowledge and celebrate the small stuff. The shout out from a client. A hug from the little one. The birds that fly in through the open garden doors. The feeling of the morning sun. The way I’ve been brought up .. or my DNA…

The story no one shares

This post was written sometime end of March. Only now have I found the courage to share it. On one hand I wanted to share this.. on the other, I was afraid of how people would react. One close friend stormed out of my house, kids in tow, when she found out that I was…

The Sheer Joy of Learning

[Image Credit: Tommy Wong] I have this incredibly terrible itch. I love to learn. I love to learn new stuff. I love to go back and refine what I already know. I’m curious. I’m inquisitive. And I have no hassles with stepping into the unknown and trying to figure things out – as daunting at it…

2012 – the permission to be

 2012. Over too soon. This has been the year where I focused inward, on me. Unlearning. And giving myself, the permission, to be a less-than-perfect-human. Unlearning the 30+ years of indoctrination of what it means to be a woman, what I should and should not be doing as a woman. Letting go – of the…

Exhaustion

Bone tired. That’s what I feel right now. The arches of my feet pain. The lower back. Hurts. My eyes just want to close. I rub some oil on my fingers. They heave a sigh of relief. Even they ache. My knees. The calf muscles. You’d think I’d been trekking this weekend. But it was…

Clutching

I find myself slipping back into the despair and the doubts. A few giddy months where I pushed myself, to explore, to find my voice, to recoup, to recover, to take stock, to breathe, to live .. over. I dont know whether to plod ahead.  Or to give up and slink back into the glum.…

Pretty Woman

I grew up with mixed feelings about ‘prettiness’ and ‘beauty’ and what it meant to be a ‘good girl’. Most of it was not nice. I’m still trying to figure out where I stand on those. Age 6-9, growing up in Trini, I stood out as ‘the Indian’ girl in school.  I had brown skin.…