On Names

This morning at the temple initiatory, most of my names were simply surnames and this struck me in a way that it can only strike a sleep deprived and anxiously addled brain that resides in the cranium of a lady still very much postpartum: I just spent almost nine months obsessing over my baby’s name… [...]

Going For Goals (without the annoying drone of the vuvuzela)

When I was 24 my life changed forever. I wanted to be a poet. Well, a poet and a mother. And one of those things had finally come to fruition: I had a baby.