Please stop telling me what to do, I already know

The last time someone told me not do or eat something was like 30 years ago, when I was overloading my system with carbs and ice-cream, and my parents thought it would be a good idea to make me stop. Most probably they also forbade me to do something during my teenage years, but I […]

Some stories are never forgotten

Memories that have been shushed for ages resurface when one least expect it. When I was six years old, Mrs M, my adoptive mother got pregnant. At the time, I was obsessed with Alice in Wonderland and had asked my parents if we could name my sister Alice. Thirty-six years ago, I didn’t know I […]

My father the gynecologist

GPs and specialists alike usually commend me on my grasp of medical terminology. They find it hard to understand that a ‘commoner’ can ask them about karyotypes, talk about genes, and show concern about the length of the cervix during the second trimester of pregnancy. The mere fact that I can utter the word ‘vagina’ […]