real, raw motherhood
I didn’t write last week. I woke up with a cold on Saturday and asked my husband to take our daughter to Capoeira. I usually write during her class. When they left, I did grab my keyboard, made it to the couch, and attempted to type a few sentences but it was clear my stuffy…
Yesterday, our daughter went to Sea Life Park with our neighbors. It was her first time going away for the better part of the day without us. She was excited. So were we. As my husband and I enjoyed some quiet time at home together, we marveled at how fast our daughter is growing up.…
I am a very intentional parent (some would call it overbearing but I don’t let that distress me). I am intentional about what I feed my daughter’s body. We eat a very wholesome diet with very little processed foods. I breastfed her for five and half years (no, that is not a typo I do…
When I was a teenager, I longed to be a boy. I longed for their carefree ways. I longed for their strength. Above all, I longed for the freedom and numerous privileges boys seemed entitled to. It sure looked easier to go through life as a boy. Of course, growing up in a Muslim family…
“Will you write something today?” my husband asked as I was walking out the door. “I’m going to try” was my first answer but then I reconsidered: “Yes. I’m going to write something“. My first reply answered a question he hadn’t actually asked. “Will you write something good today?“, is what my brain had registered.…
I have a dream. I dream of writing a book. Pages and pages of words. My words. I dream of crafting sentences, which, when read together, make a story. And since in the world of dreams, anything’s possible, I dream of a magnificent story. One that will touch people, expand their hearts, make them laugh…
I just was awarded my brown belt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu For The Street. For those of you who don’t know what that means, the ranking goes as follows: white, blue, purple, brown and black. With four stripes on each belt before you get to the next color. BJJ for The Street was developed by…
I became a mother six years ago. I very much enjoyed my pregnancy and I even relish the memory of giving birth (much easier to enjoy in hindsight) but it didn’t take me long to be certain I never ever wanted to care for an infant ever again. The first three months of my daughter’s…
Guess how many nights I went to sleep by 10 pm this past week? None! That’s right! NONE! Once my daughter is in bed, I tidy up the house. Then it’s ME time and I want to do it all: I want to watch a TV show and relax. I want to read a book…
To the woman who is choosing to stay in a bad relationship, I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is: you deserve better. The bad news is: you don’t believe it. You’re waiting for him to change when you’re the one who needs changing. You need to become the kind…