On lineage, healing, and witnessing my daughter become a mother
Tag: love
Some men admire the fire, But my husband built the hearth that holds it.
On friendship, moral judgement, and the peace that comes from finally letting go.
Not every love is forever and that’s okay. Leaving my first marriage let me grow into the woman I am today. With my husband, love isn’t luck. It’s choice, respect, and devotion… and it’s worth it.
We almost called it quits but instead, we hit pause, started dating again, and discovered how much our love could grow. Never stop doing what you did in the beginning and it might just save everything.
It’s something that’s been weighing on my heart lately, especially because my own children have found love young, and it’s beautiful. But I keep hearing, “They’re too young to settle down,” or “They should be out there living their lives!” And it leaves me wondering—why do so many people think that being in a committed,
If you haven’t seen – there has been a social experiment going around online asking if you would rather be alone in the woods with a bear or a man, showing women saying they would feel safer with the bear than a man. There was a time where I would have chosen the bear too.
My husband told me that since I became a Glamma I have had a very short, sharp tongue when it comes to time wasting. And he made me realise he’s right. Yet when my granddaughter is in my vicinity I could ‘waste’ all the time in the world just watching her. And I think to
The place where things go wrong is when you assume the absolute of who a person is. It gives them no room to grow. It gives them no room to make mistakes. It gives them no room to make different choices to what you think they should. It stops you from being able to love
Women have always been the gatekeepers of humanity. If a man couldn’t provide and protect, he couldn’t reproduce. If a man was killed in a hunt other men took on the role as father and provider. Nowadays men are out here taking no responsibility for their own, let alone anybody else’s. And we, as women,














