I haven’t shaved my legs since before Claira was born.
My leg hair is long enough to braid now.
Luckily I’m still managing to feel feminine.
Of course, it’s hard not to when you’re suddenly an E cup.
I recently donated all my button-up shirts to charity.
Neil keeps wrecking my Nobly-Suffering-in-Silence routine by telling everyone when I’m having a [...]
Categories: Humour?
Dear Fellow in the Red Pick-up Truck,
I like to be fair. I like to think that when someone whizzes past me on the road that perhaps something very, very serious is going on and I should be sympathetic rather than annoyed. But when someone suddenly speeds up because, heaven forbid, a mini-van is [...]
Categories: Letters from Kim
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Birth stories. Women seem to feel a compulsion to share them. And while the men-folk in our lives might think the driving force behind that compulsion is a sadistic desire to torture them, I think it really comes down to a need to be understood. To have what we’ve suffered acknowledged by [...]
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