It is something that hovers above my head almost all day. It has for quite some time, if not for always. Today I define it as expectation. Other days it is duty or obligation. As I stood in the shower, idled at the traffic lights or sat in the sun waiting for the school bell…
Read MoreThe resonating heart beat of the city echoes with each sound of the motorcycle horn. It is a ceaseless pulsating hum that forms the backdrop to Ho Chi Minh. Hanging thick in the air is not the pollution you would expect from a city bustling with seven million people. Instead the air is heavy with…
Read MorePart of me is in complete disbelief that seven years have passed since I first cradled my little boy in my arms. On this birthday, while we ran around preparing cake stands, cutting out minions and making sure all the blue and yellow details were just perfect for him I stepped back to soak it…
Read MoreStrangers in supermarkets smacking children and public outbursts of strangers yelling at kids leave us united that a stranger has no right to discipline a child. But what if the person doing the reprimanding is a friend and what if you were standing right there? At a friend’s birthday party recently; two little boys were in the sand…
Read MoreSeven years: part of me is in complete disbelief that that many years have passed since I cradled my little tiny AJ in my arms for the first time. I remember looking down at him, through eyes heavy with exhaustion and blurred with tears in the early hours of the morning, the hospital room was…
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