Life Hacks for NEW Single Mamas

I’ve been thinking about my experience of doing this a lot lately. Sometimes I think back to those first days, after coming home from the hospital, and I’m amazed at how this entire experience has evolved and moved me, deeply, on so many levels. I was alone throughout the entirety of my pregnancy; lived by myself, went to most of my doctor’s appointments by myself, save for the few times I was joined by an acquaintance who offered to be present mostly out of pity for me (I think). Things were very emotional for me; it was the deep of autumn,…

Why Don’t Men Do Kindness More?

WARNING: Death and Highly Distressing Images (if you click on the US Uncut link below) Last week, I saw a US Uncut story about the recent strike on Syrian civilians (mostly children) that happened while the world was distracted by the US Republican Convention and the theatrical plagiarism of Donald Trump’s wife. As a friend of mine said recently, “If all you care about right now is plagiarism, you are part of the problem.” Mass Distraction. Artfully distracted we are. Too busy to care. Too preoccupied to notice. Too afraid of our own emotions to lift the veil of materialism and…

Interviews with Rad Single Moms (1.)

So – I decided to start conducting a series of structured qualitative interviews with other single moms who have done/are doing this #SingleMomLife and are doing really well. We all need sources of inspiration and I think this series is going to be very powerful in that regard. I’ve endeavoured to cover a variety of topics with each interviewee that explore things of concern to most of us in a deep, and very real, very now sense. My intention is to think about all of these interviews and their responses (including whatever discussion happens in the comments), and do follow-up blog…

Searching for a Community

I am not alone. I kept telling myself this, and was reminded of it thanks to a baby shower gift from a friend – a small clay pocket stone, thumbprint indenting it with the phrase ‘You are not alone’ stamped in the centre with aquamarine glaze. I sometimes carried it with me, but usually I just left it on my desk, hoping that it’d vibe up the energy in my domestic space, in my life, and in my heart. I am not sad. I was broken-hearted. But I am healing. I’m a white (privileged) able-bodied woman in my 30s, so…

A Coalition of Lionesses

Hi. I’m so glad you’ve found me. Us. Us. I am not alone. You are not alone either. Our singleness does not necessitate the mistakenly oft-obliged pity or social shame. GTFO with that. We have each other. Nobody tells you this though, when you’re pregnant and alone, or raising a small baby and alone, or caring for several children at the same time while working full-time and going to school, or looking back over the years and everything you did and wondering how in the hell you did it – without a partner or much other support. Ladies, I am here to tell…