Authenticity

  • Who Am I

    In the books. In the sky. In the wind, in the trees. In the music. I look, and I listen and I ask: Who am I? And am I a big kid yet?               Continue reading

  • The White Swan

    The soft girl drifted away from the ballet and felt the air fall around her like silk. It was a wonderful twenty-four hours, one of the rare occasions that my husband and I leave our children in the capable hands… Continue reading

  • The Epiphany

    I had an epiphany yesterday, at a time where my skin was particularly susceptible to the energy of human beings that were not me. We were out as a family, enjoying the humming vibe of a dumpling festival (nom, nom, nom)… Continue reading

  • Black Cats and Dress Ups

    I’ve just been to my little boy’s kinder disco, dressed as a cat. A black one, with some white bits included (because black and white cats are just a little bit less evil than pure black cats, wouldn’t you say?)… Continue reading

  • The Puzzle

    I believe the world is a puzzle, and we are the pieces. All of us. The trees. The rivers. You. Me. These guys. (Awwwww. xxx)   But no, I mean really. That’s what I believe. We’re a puzzle. And though… Continue reading

  • What I Am

    It’s beautiful, what I am. It’s beautiful. What I am. Continue reading

  • Today

    Yesterday I cried for the train that left my sad eyes at the station. But yesterday wasn’t today. Today I understood why the train had to leave without me. It was so I would go in search of my wings.… Continue reading

  • Imperfectly Me

    This honest girl. This kind girl. This sweet girl. This loving, gentle, patient girl. She has been this girl forever. This perfect human girl—how delightful she is. How loved and cherished and needed, she is. But. If she is good,… Continue reading

  • The Soft Girl

    And when I’m the soft girl the world can no longer hurt me. Because even soft girls can roar. Even soft girls can look to the sky and laugh away the angry grey. Continue reading