PARENTING 101; THE ONE IN MY BELLY

One of my earliest most persistent detail from my childhood that may have scarred me for too long is growing up and being reminded everyday how skinny I was. And while it is arguable that most of it was never actually done with malicious intent, it did affect my psyche at school and at play….

THE ONE IN MY BELLY; ON OXFORD STREET

When a friend asked me one day, if I could sense what my child will be like, if I was prepared to raise an unknown, I sighed. We were both pregnant, I was almost due, tired and sitting on a ledge at a bus stop on Oxford street, watching the mammoth crowd of tourists and…