Confessions of a loud girl

Even writing this title makes me uncomfortable. I hate being called “loud” and every time someone refers to me as such, I cringe. Whether it’s the sudden turn of your head and narrowing of your eyes when you hear me laugh, or whether you actually call me “loud”, I hate it. It sounds like anContinue reading “Confessions of a loud girl”

For women only: No men allowed

Here’s something I’d never thought I’d hear myself say, “I’ve had so many fights since I started a book club,”. I should clarify that it is a woman’s only book club and that it is a corporate one, not that that sheds any light on why this is such a contentious topic though. For someContinue reading “For women only: No men allowed”

Women in the workplace: Two reasons why we won’t let each other win

When I was a young girl my mother told me of how she earned less money than my father did when they both started working as teachers. I remember hearing the story and thinking that the world in the late seventies/early eighties was not only ridiculous, but also backward. It made no sense to me.Continue reading “Women in the workplace: Two reasons why we won’t let each other win”

Why it’s okay to hate your husband and other tales from a bad wife

Husband is eating a mushroom but by the sound of things he might as well be crunching on concrete. That he is at least 500km away from me at the moment does nothing to dampen the sound of his chewing or my anger. “You know people wont even be surprised when I kill you, inContinue reading “Why it’s okay to hate your husband and other tales from a bad wife”

My Mother, My Home

I’m looking for a picture. My mother is a teenager sitting at a dinner table and everything about her is defiant. From the straight line of her forearm, elbow propped on the table, chin cradled in hand, to the look of disdain in her eyes, eyes that stare right through the picture at me. EyesContinue reading “My Mother, My Home”

My lip gloss smells like whores

Denira’s friend: “Put some lipstick on and we’ll take a picture” Denira (takes out lip gloss): “All I have is this whore lip gloss” Denira’s other friend: “Oooh, what does it smell like?” Denira (applying the lip gloss): “Whores” I’m still trying to figure out what whores smell like. But if you’re interested, my lipContinue reading “My lip gloss smells like whores”