March 8, 2012
‘Second Day’ That blood crusted crown, soft bone plates, pushed by birthing into cone-like shape. The arbitrary beeping and calling throughout the ward; the scuffling of nurses shoes announce their arrival – I often pretended to be asleep when they peeked through the door from the corridor, except when I didn’t, when I waved one [...]
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March 1, 2012
I’ve been feeling like I’ve needed to challenge myself to some sort of physical goal this year. This isn’t only because I’ve put on two-and-some-in-change kilograms since Christmas, although I’d be lying if I didn’t say that is a partial factor. My personal trainer dumped me about a month ago. Okay, ‘dumped’ is a strong [...]
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