Someone else’s

I have been thinking about motherhood. Shocker, right? Particularly about feminism and motherhood. About the expectations I had while growing up and after getting married, and about the reality of my life after giving birth to my first child. Are…

Embroidered

I can’t resist embroidery or crochet embellishments. I know that in our day and age these are no longer the mark of handmade items enriched by the mastery and care of skillful artisans, but machine-made, fast-fashion creations (in most part),…

The good fight

The literary world is not as boring as some might think. Every now and then, good disputes arise and keep us all on fire. I have been reading lately about those in the middle of which we find writer Jennifer…

The turning of old into new

Focus. It’s my hope for the new year. It’s an old wish. A long-chased chimera. However, it’s a new year so here is the renewed hope that I’ll suddenly gain unmatched focus and become more productive as a result. I…

The low

Still school vacation, still feeling like the holidays. The tree is still lit and all glitter and shine, so the post-Christmas low hasn’t exactly set in, but it does feels near. Without resolutions for the new year, the new beginning…

Anticipation

 Just a few more days. I’ve never had great expectations for Christmas gifts growing up, because my mom would always surprise us with the same gift of new pajamas, year after year. As a mother myself, I am now excited…

Blogging is hard work

  You know how I whine all the time that nobody reads my blog? I try to sound like I’m joking, but the truth is that it’s not that great as it might seem at first sight. It doesn’t really…

The beast

  Putting on clothes in the morning can be a very unpredictable animal when you’re the mother of an infant. No time, no clean clothes, no energy. The baby gives me about ten to fifteen minutes to get ready in…

The nauseating beauty of my suburban fall

It’s a beautiful fall season this year. Some would call it even “ideal.” The tree leaves are turning slowly into sunset colors and on breezy days fill the air with fragrance and movement. The gardens continue to bear delicious fruit…