I remember hours spent gazing at the ceiling, sharing hopes, dreams and the things we could never tell. Late nights filled with the sounds of growing up and falling down – all a blur.
Most of my time is spent worrying that I’m doing this mummy thing all wrong. Should he be eating more vegetables? Am I a horrible mother? Should I be limiting the amount of TV he’s watching? Is it normal for him to not be potty trained yet? Why can’t I be more patient? Am I too patient?
Here is an extract from Questlove’s Huffington Post column, in which he weighs in on the George Zimmerman verdict and racial profiling.
By Wash | You might recognise Commander Chris Hadfield from his YouTube channel, where he answered questions from people back down on earth – things like “What happens when you wring out a wet wash cloth in space? He recently recorded this modified rendition of David Bowie’s Ground Control to Major Tom as his final goodbye to the International Space Station.
I don’t get it. THIS IS NOT A HILARIOUS VIDEO.
I fucking hate renting. Renting is for shit. Renting is when you go check out a place for the first time and think, ‘aah this doesn’t look so bad’ – then move in to find that none of the doors close, the ceiling’s caving in and the neighbours suck.
I spent some time today looking up and exploring Witch House. It’s a term I’ve seen banded around on social media for a while. I didn’t have to spend too long figuring it all out, because frankly there isn’t much to it.