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No words no sleep no sanity, take eleventy billion

Someone asked me the other day how I remembered to update the blog regularly. My mouth flapped open, and stuck that way, as my brain tried to understand a question for which it had no frame of reference.

She was not a writer. Or rather, not the kind of writer I am — writer by requirement. [...]

Quick menstrual hit: be kind to yourself, self

Living room, 11:45pm, Friday night

I’m sitting up, bleeding, supposedly trying to work but really just letting myself be distracted by the sundry wonders of the internet, yawning and unfocused and unmotivated, wondering why when my brain was so bubbly and productive just a few days ago it now feels blanker than [...]

Massage thoughts

I’m in the midst of a maternity massage series — two three-day-weekends in a row, for a total of 44 class hours — and am utterly knackered. I’ve had so many thoughts, so many posts I would’ve given a toe1 to be able to sit down and get out, but have had to get back [...]

Three things: the BADD, the Gentle, and the New

One: The first of May is Blog Against Disablism Day, and although I really meant to participate again this year, I’m operating on about four hours’ sleep, and instead of blogging about ableism/disablism, I’m thinking I might actually take care of my own disabilities and go to bed (sort of) on time. Shocking, I know. [...]

Intermission

Life is: growing plans ever bigger, scrambling to keep up commitments already extant, deadlines long since missed and still looming ahead, inspiration abounding, dubious coping skills on the sly, perspective shifts vertiginous and plentiful, and never enough time when everything wants done now.

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Life is: a hand clutching a hand, a ring digging into flesh and [...]

Moments in time: a love letter

Welcome to the February Carnival of Natural Parenting: Love and partners!

This post was written for inclusion in the monthly Carnival of Natural Parenting hosted by Hobo Mama and Code Name: Mama. This month we’re writing about how a co-parent has or has not supported us in our dedication to natural parenting. Please read to the [...]

In his own time

There’s a post I’d been meaning to write for most of this last year, which was to be titled “Of babies and big boys”, on why my baby was still my baby, on how mystified I was on some toddlers’ and preschoolers’ insistence that they were not babies but were, in fact, a “big kid” [...]

Are you there, blog? It’s me, Arwyn

I think if I could focus on one thing for just an hour, I could do anything. The number of half-finished posts sitting in my queue is staggering. The number of further ideas I’ve had is uncountable (I lose count anyway, but then, if I could focus for an hour, I probably wouldn’t).

My mood has [...]

No more words

It may not exactly be a bad thing, considering a few days ago they wouldn’t shut the bleep up, and I was composing more posts than I could keep up with, composing posts while going about my day, composing posts while trying to parent my child, composing posts in the middle of praying — begging [...]

…now what does that mean in the real world?

This is a follow up to my post The personal and the political, and a response to this question from reader Rachel on Two things I do believe and several things I don’t:
…she said she and her husband chose to do [crying it out], he is involved in bedtime and it was a decision they [...]

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