Raising 3 girls by my self. Wait. wait... 2 girls... Dedicated husband. But sometimes it feels that way... Em I right people?! "You're right, mommy. You're right." Ahem... Thanks Jemma. Yes my 4 year old is my biggest fan... Sometimes... Yes I talk to myself ... Aloud. Yes I love ellipses and use them incorrectly... ... ... ... ...

'Often I am paralysed by the fear that I won't be able to remember it all. Four years of life on the bloodied edge, screaming elated into the wild sky. Person after person; glittering jewels and deep, dark pools. Stories and stories, tiny details. How can I capture all of the emotions and perceptions and thoughts? Because it is all so precious to me. I want to record it all, just as it was, in sequence, and how it felt at the time and to pore over every little scenario endlessly. Its a vast ocean of knowledge and my hands can only work so fast, and little bits and pieces get lost as the mind makes room for more memories. Names get forgotten, of people who should never be forgotten. Day's events get confused with one another, they deserve preservation in full fidelity. Memory. Time. Awe. Impermanence.' Excerpts from the long stream of consciousness writing I was doing a lot of in the Summer of 2014. Honest stuff on with no real order, and no theme except what usually preoccupies me.