Sons. They Don’t Hold Your Hand For Very Long But They Always Hold Your Heart.*

An ex-lover asked me the other day what it was like having children. It’s so tempting to screw with people before they become parents–just mentioning ripped perineum or baggy labia can put them off for years. I managed to contain myself. “I never knew I could feel such extreme love AND irritation,” I told him. … More Sons. They Don’t Hold Your Hand For Very Long But They Always Hold Your Heart.*

Life Is So Much Easier When I Don’t Think About The Fine Opinion Of Others

“It makes you out to be a dirty hoe,” said the Dimple, when he analyzed a piece of my art, fresh from storage. We have moved to Piha beach, which, for my US peeps is like choosing Sausalito instead of San Francisco, except it’s not fancy so probably not like Sausalito but more like Carpinteria. … More Life Is So Much Easier When I Don’t Think About The Fine Opinion Of Others