Say it with poetry

Bald to bald Picture this. I am holding my bruised self together with coffee and painkillers, the day has already made me feel defeated, and I see you on Grafton street, I smile and then cry. A bald head like mine in the crowd! Matching looks never spoke so loudly to me… We smile because … Continue reading Say it with poetry →

Snail’s pace (Part 3) Pride!

Business Woman's Special (@bws_dublin)Queer & sober cabaretPhoto credit: Felix O'Connor (@oximoronic28) Dear Daring Reader, Are you moving at snail's pace? I am. And sometimes it still feels like way too fast. Pride season is over, and I can tell you it brought up a million emotions! I am not sure how you feel about it, … Continue reading Snail’s pace (Part 3) Pride! →

Snail’s pace (part 2)

I know I am not the only one in this particular predicament, many are struggling to meet pre-pandemic levels of expectations that are now unrealistic and damaging, even assuming that we have learnt a lot during this pandemic.

Snail’s pace (Part 1)

Hello there, I have kind of disappeared. Well, this sometimes feels more literal than it is. Not writing feels like a red flag or an engine check light that is on, a warning that something has gone wrong. And it has. Let's say that the pandemic has dimmed my light more than I expected. What … Continue reading Snail’s pace (Part 1) →

Integration

Dear Daring Readers, As we crawl through the beginning of this year (cheerfully...), I have a few thoughts about hard things that happened during this pandemic, that have little to do with it. (Speaking of which, listen to the thoughtful and funny podcast We Can Do Hard Things, it's fire!) I was listening to a … Continue reading Integration →

Going nowhere

Dear Daring Readers, What does 2021 mean to you? To me it is a year that marks a decade of living abroad, and brings back the dreams and aspirations I have left behind since. September was heavy with memories of a very different time for me, a time a very different version of me lived … Continue reading Going nowhere →

My body is…

Months ago I had a great conversation with Valentina Gaia Lops (@valentinagaialops), a photographer working with Bruno Vinhas on The Body House Project (@thebodyhouseproject) I volunteered to participate by sharing my story of body shame and self-hate. It was lovely, affirming and engaging. When she asked me to complete "My body is..." I spontaneously said "mine." That is how I feel. An adjective wouldn't do it for me, reclaiming means taking my body back.

Raving about therapy

I am proud of myself for sticking to talk therapy, and I feel compelled to share how it has helped me because I think you are, like me, often listening to mental-health negative comments dismissing it as an inconsequential waste of time.

Walk away (poetry time!)

Let me express my anger, and let it connect to yours.

Word composting & baking epiphanies

Do you ever feel like you are failing your ideas because you are not even jotting down notes? They appear, crystallize, and you barely acknowledge they are there.