Looking For Something
It’s becoming clear to me as I travel through life that a sense of satisfaction is transient for many of us. Framed in myriad ways by thousands who have come […]
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Gabrielle Gassin
This blog is a compilation of some of my thoughts and dreams that have marinated for long enough that I can form sentences with them.
I am the mother of one toddler and one pregnant belly, the wife to one man, a friend to many, a sister to two and a daughter. Recently returned from eight months in Europe, having fulfilled a long anticipated dream of living in France.
I like to write about things, and this is the platform for me to share. Any feedback or advice is welcomed so please, get in touch if you so wish.
Bare feet | a prompt
Barefoot bliss is a state of being experienced only by some of our kind. As we all know, us humans walked the earth barefoot for millennia and were content to […]
Birds (in your head and on your screen) | a prompt
If you’re in the realm of disposable income that allows […]
A Noisy Fanny Speaks for Herself
So, you’re pregnant. Or maybe you’ve already had three babies, each one exiting through your vagina. Perhaps you’ve c-sectioned two little ones, and reading this might cause you to intake some […]
undone | a poem
I’ve lost my way. There’s been too much thinking going on. I’ve been misled; believing that planning to write would get me writing. “Planning” has kept me away from the […]
outside the binary.
Recently, a man was at the park with his two kids and dog. After a brief chat, he commented to his kids that he liked my son’s hair (the top […]
difficult people | a prompt
It can take some serious strength of character to handle a difficult person with compassion, but what can sometimes happen if it’s done well is the total subversion of a […]
self talk | a prompt
The bridge to happiness and contentment in life can depend almost entirely on the colour of language that forms in one part of the brain and is received in another. […]
morning sex (a prompt)
It used to be a regular occurrence. Three or four times a week, the day would begin wrapped within the flesh of the other. From deep sleep the journey to […]
memories of a baby
The roundness of his cheek in stillness proves that nothing exists, more pure, than a sleeping baby. The soft, cushioned pads of his little fingers. His hands move with innate […]
Holly Clark: an AWC assignment
“…arms come up, and exhale.” Through the slit of her left eye and with her nose wrinkled, she sneaks a peek at the laptop screen and wonders for the hundredth […]
Shitty Shirt
Today I left the house with poo on my jumper. I saw it there as I left the kindergarten classroom, my child having been dropped off as the final participant […]
define: tired.
It’s 5am and I’m considering dragging myself out of bed for a fifth time since 10:30pm. The thought of it hurts my body in a way only the very sleep […]
Corona Virus Cover Up – Mask McGowan rules in favour of false positive
It’s day three of a snap five day lockdown in […]
the nature of passing time
I see the days falling away as my eldest child grows and changes and matures and we get closer to the end of babyhood for the littlest one. I feel […]
the things i want
a poem
Gabrielle Gassin 