It was a Sunday. I know, because that’s the day I always phoned my mother. It was the day she cried out in dismay, “I can’t eat anything anymore!” Her digestive track was an open wind tunnel for food to blow through. Even her morning slice of plain toast had her running to the loo.... Continue Reading →
I Want my Daughter to be Strong Confident and Happy
Lately, I’ve been hearing and reading about little girls who want to be ‘fierce’, or mothers who want to raise their daughters ‘fierce’. “What does that mean?” I asked one child innocently. “I can do anything!” she said with a huge confident grin and pumped her arm in the air while she kick-boxed with her... Continue Reading →