Simple Pleasures

A warm cup of Ovaltine on a cold night, feet covered by warm socks, with my partner watching a cosy TV show before an early bedtime snuggled under the blankets. A crackling fire and a shared bottle of weak, warm mulled cider – just enough for a buzz, nowhere near enough to cause any ill

The Craft (1996)

I just got caught up on this film, and I have some thoughts (that are likely echoed elsewhere). As unpopular as this view might be, I see a lot of Wiccan popular culture tied up in this movie. All the symbology, all the icons and rituals – looking for direction and inspiration, the amount of

Outrage

In certain spaces of the internet, spaces I inhabit, people are Outraged(tm) about a lot of things. About Trans rights, about the Netflix Avatar series, and…well, the list goes on. But once you log off and walk into the real world, those two things I specifically mentioned aren’t actually a big deal. I mean, yes.

Makes Me Happy

When a seal slaps its round tummy, or lifts its tail up like a banana, that makes me smile

Going to France

I like to daydream about future travel plans despite knowing that they’re a few years away at least. So when I daydream about going to places like France, I imagine a time when the kids are older and I can enjoy things like I did in the past, such as sampling the local food without

Year of the Dragon 2024

On the 10th of February, the year of the Rabbit ends and the year of the Dragon begins! It probably isn’t a secret that I love dragons. Love the concept, love the character design, love stories involving them. In primary school my friends and I spent hours drawing them and coming up with names for

Middle Months

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Second Child

We’re preparing to have a second child, because when I agreed to have children with my partner it was always a ‘we’ll aim for more than one‘ deal. The first child was luckily a sweet and caring person, although postpartum depression and sleep deprivation kicked my butt. Childbirth was traumatic, and I didn’t think I

Went to a BBQ

Everyone was civil, had a drink, the evening went…fine. Conversation was light but bland. I had to leave early because let’s be honest…I wasn’t contributing much. So why do I feel like crying? It went fine. It went fine. It was…fine. I just feel so small and irrelevant.