It was hard to remember the first drink, or what age I was. Probably a sip of beer at a family picnic or a quick sneak of Beefeater at Christmas. Whichever it was, it doesn’t matter now. Not that it ever really did. Because there’s been hundreds since and hundreds to come. There’s been enough […]
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Motherhood and Writing Life
The first two weeks of motherhood I said aloud, “I don’t want to be a mother anymore,” on a daily basis. With a chronic illness zapping my already sleep deprived body, I longed to write and make art. Almost two years into motherhood, I sacrifice my writing and visual art on a regular basis. It’s […]