Daze

Some days I run around in my head with you, you plait my hair and I lay, heavy-headed on your belly and we laugh, big warm laughs that make my face ache Some days The radio plays, and each strum of the melody stiffens my jaw and I can do nothing but stare ahead at …

Short and mildly spicy

So this post is terribly late and I have no real excuse. Well I kinda do but I won’t use it because it mainly just comes down to being completely lost as to what to write. Writing about my life so far has been easy. As soon as my dad died while I was in …

The 792 stages of grief

I have tried a million ways to start this post. I couldn't figure out why it was so hard. What point was I tying to get across with this one? I've written this whole post twice and hated them both. I started it from different directions: With a joke! With a metaphor about life being …

Crying at airports and flying business class

Welcome to another disclaimer with Hana. Now the next few posts I will be talking a lot about grief, obviously. I just wanted to say that I am no expert, at all, on this process or topic. This is purely my experience. If you have dealt with, or are dealing with grief, you would know …

Vietnamese iced coffees and the worst day of my life

We have made it to May, and let me preface this by apologising for the sheer length of this post, it was hard to widdle down and you will hopefully see why. Once again, thank you for coming back. If this is the first post you're reading I would probably suggest you go back and …

I’d like you to meet my big bellied superman

It's tough to put a light-hearted spin on this post, because writing this has been really hard. There have been some tears on the keyboard I'll tell you that much. I really would like to thank everyone for reading my previous posts, and for reading this one. For the likes and for the comments and …