She didn't warn me. Cate didn't warn me that if I listened to Hollie McNish while I was making dinner I would find myself standing still, bent over the green beans, pasta boiling over, heart bursting in my chest. She told me I would find it funny but she didn't tell me that I would have to remind myself to breath, not because laughter was choking me but because for a few moments truth was laid bare in front of me and it was overwhelming. She didn't tell me I would have to stop half way through Hollie's spoken word album Push Kick, because sometimes there's only so much truth you can handle while you're making dinner.
Push Kick is 'a journey through the beauty, brilliance and bollocks of having a baby' but even if you have no interest in babies at all I think you might like it. Hollie is a 'spoke word artist' but that's just fancy-talk for 'poetry read aloud. Really good poetry that people who've never been into poetry will enjoy.' You can listen to it here, you can even download it for free, but if you choose to pay for it (any amount you wish) Hollie will donate the money to a charity that educates girls worldwide.
'Blindfold me and read out the Facebook statuses of my friends, without their names, and I will tell you which are American and which are British. Americans post links to inspirational stories and parenting blogs packed with life lessons. (British parenting blogs tend to be packed with despair and feces.) ' Ruth Whippman, America the Anxious