Two Broke Girls, Beth Behr Leather Jacket to die for!
I recently tossed out my leather jacket from H & M that I’ve had for about four years.
Losing a friend
I’ve dealt with death many times in my life. I’ve written post about it before. From a very young age I’ve had close friends and family members pass and I guess I’ve been able to somehow deal with it and move on. Till now.
It’s the 40th year of my parent’s marriage. When I think about this great milestone it almost brings tears to my eyes mostly because I’m not there to celebrate with them. I cannot begin to express the admiration and immense love I have for them. They are the greatest examples of love and respect and best expressions of the vows: for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health.
Ignorance is not bliss
“There’s no health, without mental health”. It’s this singular reason why I’ve been wanting to write a post about mental health (awareness) for a while now. On Feb 12, Bell will have their ‘Let’s Talk’ Campaign, which encourages consumers to talk about mental illness and while I definitely support this initiative, I think mental health awareness should be carried out everyday.
I couldn’t think of a better title for this post (thanks, Kathryn Stockett! :D) But this post has nothing to do with the book per se, except of course for the subject matter.
I’m four and a half months into motherhood and I’ve been thinking about and have gained a new appreciation for the help, i.e. houseboys, housegirls, garden boys, a.k.a. servants.
An Ode to my Dad
I haven’t forgotten, Dad, about our long silent trips to school on the dusty road to Masaiti.
I haven’t forgotten about how the car would break down and you would recruit the locals to help change the tire. I would be embarrassed, but it would also make me giggle because it was typical you.
Entering the world of Mum
It doesn’t take getting pregnant for me to appreciate my mum. I always have, often quietly, thinking about how she put up with me, let alone my two older siblings.