Before the 2020 Global Pandemic… I have an inkling of a memory of this romantic ideal of what I thought motherhood was going to be, of what kind of mother I was going to be… Perhaps you are also familiar with the illusion. The same one that many of the mothers-to-be I have known have …
The Mother-Guilt Effect – Written as part of The Summer of Self-Care (Self) Challenge. I feel tethered to guilt. It seems to follow me wherever I go. Creeping in and influencing my days, keeping me up at night. It twists and turns my stomach as I fret over the day, which inevitably grows to embody …
Featured On: https://sarahclarke.biz/the-musings-of-a-sahm-turned-blogger/ No one expected what 2020 had in store for the world. No one anticipated a virus and lock down and life being turned upside down. Me, least of all. But when I found myself working in an industry I was unfamiliar with, in a role I had never before held, I soon …
Blog No. 6 – The Musings of a SAHM Turned Blogger Read More »
I don’t really remember if I thought about self-care until I became a Mother. Understandably so, as I was on my own and responsible to no other living being, save for my cats. Upon joining the ranks of motherhood – the You-sleep-when-they-sleep Gang, the Make-sure-you’re-still-getting-out-there Club – the unsolicited advice givers came out in full …
Blog No. 5 – We All Start Somewhere – A Mother’s Introduction to Self-Care Read More »
The year the world stopped… I had been back to work for one year when the Corona Virus (COVID-19) hit and shut down the world. Schools closed and I was laid off. The world stayed indoors, isolated and distant. From the safety of our Farmhouse, my family and I watched as the world responded to …
That armchair had become synonymous with who I had become as a young adult. It was a vintage showcase of floral velvet upholstery, an ensemble of oranges, reds, salmons, golds and mossy greens. It was eccentric in classic form, a conversation piece, an armchair that held its own. My mother and I found the armchair …
Blog No. 3 – Curbside Pick Up: a lesson in letting go Read More »
In my mind’s eye, scenes from my childhood play like a movie projected onto a white sheet draped across the backyard fence. The memories like the colour of vintage photographs; filtered, faded, yellowed. My children, at 7 and almost 6, are currently living their childhood while I can only remember bits and pieces of mine. …
This blog has been a long time coming… The idea for this project had been floating around and making small appearances in my mind’s eye for more than a decade. It was a variety of things; a t-shirt business, a handmade greeting card business, a self published book, a community based art group, a retreat, …
Blog No. 1 – When Seeds Are Planted … anything can happen Read More »