My mother had a stroke. Although not surprising at her age, the news came as a shock. She lost her ability to write and her memory and comprehension ability have been affected.
In my mind I am this writer who keeps a regular stream of blog posts that resembles a little depth instead of just a series of sentences strung together to create content. At least that’s what I want to see when I back-read the contents of this website in 2052 ( or when I retire granted I live that long).
I don’t think I have written about De Viskêête yet, even though I’ve been coming here since 2008, when I first set foot in the Lowlands. I’ve reviewed so many restaurants on this blog but writing reviews becomes boring after a while. So this blog post is not a restaurant review.
Ah baby clothes, the bane of a mother’s existence. You change the entire wardrobe every four months, can’t get the size right, and they are expensive. In my motherhood journey so far, it’s the baby clothes where I had the most doubt. Should I buy it? Am I buying enough? Should I go for practical or pretty?
“Honey I made you chicken curry salad for lunch,” I cheerfully told the husband one afternoon *as I made him tea while he watches football, relaxing after a day of hard work.
