This lady is a proponent of attachment parenting, (i.e the baby’s real).
She is clearly a pole dancer too.
The Ed’s all a-flutter…for so many reasons.
Guys…
Help me out here!
What’s your take? You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine!
This lady is a proponent of attachment parenting, (i.e the baby’s real).
She is clearly a pole dancer too.
The Ed’s all a-flutter…for so many reasons.
Guys…
What’s your take? You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine!
Let’s talk about blessings, shall we? Now, I am not a Bible thumper by any means but I do have a healthy belief in a higher power. I pray. I try to live my life as morally upright as I can manage. I love me some Jesus. Now, a few things happened within the last week or so that have made me really believe that someone upstairs is really checking for me.
First, my friend, Toni, housed me in her apartment as I got back onto my feet. I mean, she fed me, got me into watching TVD and loving Klaus, and was extremely angelic towards me seeing that I had no money coming in and I couldn’t even afford to help Continue reading
It’s amazing how people can judge you without having the full story in hand. And it’s even more amazing at how much I have decided that I don’t care have other priorities to worry about, a bit more than whether someone understands where I am coming from.
You have to make decisions for yourself, to lift yourself up, remove yourself from a path that is obviously destructive for you. And when you do so, you expect those around you to understand why the decisions you have made, which may not necessarily be their cup of tea, are what works for you at that particular point.
I recently made the decision to share my upcoming marriage and baby news with my ex’s family. I thought since we had been super close, they would love to hear it from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. Wow, was that an eye-opener. Despite us having shelved our relationship two years ago, some family members were mad upset that I had shared this piece of news because I was not with their brother. I was accused of breaking his heart and leading him on while I was interested in someone else, AND accepting his generosity. That has never been my M.O., so I kept my Continue reading
Waiting to meet you
in 100 days.
The clock is ticking down,
the time seems to be
flying but slowing as well.
This countdown…
I cannot wait!
I miss you, public health. I really do. The traipsing about in the village, measuring MUAC amongst little chubby faced babies, meeting with expecting mothers to trumpet the benefits of family planning and spacing, working with community health workers to achieve fully-vaccinated status for all children under 1 year in their catchment areas. I even miss hawking Waterguard from door to door, and doing the M&E grunt calculation work.
When I was younger, I wanted to be many things; a lawyer, a journalist, Kenya’s first female president. I also wanted, when I started my undergraduate studies, to work in diplomacy and international relations. My dream changed when I realized that I really, really wanted to work in healthcare so I thought I wanted to become a doctor. An ER doc, specifically. I worked with some great doctors and I really, really wanted to study medicine. But I could not afford med school. Then Eunice introduced me to what has surely become the love of my life (next to writing, of course), Public Health. Working at the community level to Continue reading
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