MY daughter looks a hell of a lot like me. (*coughs* Not quite so much in this picture). But some days, I swear she’s someone else’s. I watch her like I’m still trying to figure her out. Like she’s the popular girl at school and I’m tucked up in a back … Continue reading
Category Archives: Feminism
Can’t cook. Working.
OURS is a fairly equitable household. My husband cooks, cleans and makes the beds and I… watch. Kidding! I contribute to the family income. Our roles of breadwinner and housekeeper are blurred. It is a mutual effort on both fronts. Effort being the operative word. But despite this, there are … Continue reading
Don’t be a hater, man!
I’VE made a decision. Partly prompted by being ridiculously sick for a brief period and possibly dehydrated too (when the best notions come) and partly by watching a semi-sanctimonious end to someone’s blogging life. I’ve not read a whole lot of that blog, and was merely curious to know why … Continue reading →