Becoming a mother

Every mother’s day is tough for me, not that I resent being a mother (Anya has been particularly difficult today…which made me nearly tear all my hair out) Jokes aside, whenever mother’s day rolls around, I think about my mother alot. My mother died of cancer when I was merely 4 years old. Once, a family friend told me, how she was still crying for me during those last few

Peanut butter kaya jelly

It was one of those mornings again : the dreaded holiday. I have the best intention not to rush through the morning, but with Anya around, things just don’t go as planned. She was whining on the sofa, she said she was hungry. “Eat the Horse Ear bread I bought you, you said you wanted it.” “No…I want to bring that to Kid’s Cove.” “Just eat half of it, and