There’s something fundamentally wrong when I consult my headspace for answers only to recede to a place – I can never fully comprehend – that swears I am in yet another creative funk. But I know it’s more than that. …
Last week on Medium my article, Your Blog lacks focus and direction, got published by The Writing Cooperative and the response really affirmed my position on having and embracing as many passions as possible. I have been unable to settle…
2018 was the year I forgot how to read. That shouldn’t come as a surprise especially after the massive creative slump I was in. You are what you read. With no rules on how to read, last year’s reading challenge was “read as…
This is Part 2 of the Mothering Without a Mother series that runs on this blog. Part 1 was an Apostrophe to my loving Mother on Mother’s Day. Indulge. On a ‘normal’ day, I would be mindful that the only…
I’m back from the self-sabotage tour deep in the throes of a massive creative slump. My collective introspection highlights a new found desire to keep writing. No matter how many times I hold myself back. A lot has held me…
Mothering Without a Mother has been put into a series that shall be posted here once in a while. In honour of Mother’s Day this weekend, I decided to hit up a long-lost loved one through my repurposed Apostrophe archives. One…
I used to love market runs until I met Malindi. Something about fresh produce that would excite my every Saturday. Now, I’d postpone those for as long as it’s possible. I dread those visits – a constant confrontation of my…
