Death at a distance and that dreaded phone call My stomach knots with anxiety when I receive a phone call from home, Kenya. Don’t get me wrong, I get many…
The womanly art of breastfeeding I always thought that breastfeeding was child’s play, a natural act of motherhood which would come on cue as soon as my child was born.…
I am out taking an evening stroll with my husband and our son. We pass by a group of preteen girls at the local playground. They suddenly start singing. I…
It is difficult to maintain a smile when you spend days hugging the porcelain bowl, puking your guts out. That is how life was during my pregnancy. I had…
Empathy was a constant standard in my mum’s house and one that would help me navigate the world of bullies. Growing up, she always made it clear to my brothers…
I had just arrived in Finland and the sun was shining beautifully. Then I looked at my watch. Time 8 P.M! Something must be wrong. Half an hour later, I…