I’ve been quiet lately, I haven’t had the heart to blog, but some things don’t need to be secret, so I’m writing again I’m writing about my miscarriage.
Little lost star, a poem about miscarriage; 2 lines is all I knew of you, 2 lines to know I love you, Serendipitous surprise,The saddest of goodbyes
I really haven’t felt like I’ve had much to smile about, I just need to remember that no matter what is going on there is a reason to smile, you just need to find it.
Being domestically challenged is a hardship many men and women face every day! We are not bad people, in some ways we are just like you! Just messier and without whiter whites.
I am that bitch, the bitch you see staring, looking you up and down in the street, Look back and I may even tell you what I really think of you, to your face.
Finding the perfect dress for a special occasion is hard enough without needing to account for leaky boobs, emergency access and industrial bras.
I sometimes don’t feel comfortable with a group of mums, are they judging me, why are they excluding me, why can’t we just be friends?
Today I am exhaustimicated, in fact I cannot remember a day when I wasn’t exhaustimicated. I remember being tired, I’d like to go back to being tired one day.
Facebook, connecting people to Mark Zuckerbergs wallet since 2004, but those connections aren’t real and for me I find Facebook an unhealthy place.
People who know me, know I take on a lot, I have a business with my husband, a photography business, this blog, my family and…