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It's been tricky to feel the holiday spirit here, even though it's cooled down a bit because the rainy season has started. But I know what I've not got this year because I've felt it other years.

"It was nearly ten years ago at Christmastime I had an experience that only in the past year have I’ve been able to make sense of and make peace with."


Follow me here to find out what it was.


ps: oh shoot. It's too late this evening to try and reload that picture. Just tip your computer and it'll look right.

Two reasons to celebrate:

1: the postal system works here! My editor tested it out by mailing me my author copy of

2: The Mother in Me, a beautiful book of essays about the gritty, lovely, rich and affirming role of everyday motherhood.

We celebrated by feasting on Indian food, and later on I sat quietly weeping as I feasted on the poetry. I just love these women.