The Silver Lined Mommy – Book Review

Life is what we make of it. Agree? Yes, even the sadness and melancholy can overpower you only if you let it. The last few months have been testing and demanding for all of us. As usual I took solace in books. Blogchatter announced its e-book carnival and I was thrilled to read the bright,…

Girls come in all shapes and sizes

Every girl has stood in front of the mirror and seen a stranger look back at her. I look at older photographs of myself and realize how “thin” or greatly shaped I was 2 years ago. Yet if you quizzed the 28 year old me, I would have said I was fat and wanted to…

Emotional Abuse and How to recognize it?

I can safely assume that by now we as women are liberated enough to recognize physical abuse and raise our voices over it. The same cannot be said about emotional abuse or emotional domestic violence plainly because one has no visible scars to show for the proof of abuse even to oneself. But the scars…

Diaries are a girl’s best friend- not diamonds.

Most of us began writing in diaries when we were probably teens. It transitioned to wordpads, secret online password protected notes but there is something earthy and ethereal about the connections  of the ink to paper. It feels like a painting and not just words. It gives one a sense of release that little else…

The Essential Cosmopolitans for Survival

Give me a neatly mixed cosmopolitan and I shall conquer the world. I didn’t always favour the drink to begin with, typically because everyone called it too girly and I wanted to show the world I was made of iron and steel too. Not all girls love Barbies but is it right to shame the…

Bitches – Can’t live with them, Cannot survive without them

There comes a point in a girl’s life where she realizes that her soulmate, her better half the person who truly completes her doesn’t have to necessarily be her lover. No don’t get me wrong, I am not discussing same sex relationships but in fact loosely defining the word bitch to encompass both genders.   …

Adulting – To Adult or Not? Do we even have a choice anymore?

I fully realized on my 31st birthday that my life was taking me on a path. The ‘road not taken’, my life had diverged into a yellow wood and I had inadvertently chosen my fork without realizing I was at the junction. I cannot honestly say Frost would have been proud of my melodramatic breakdown….