At points during 2016, it’s been hard to have faith. But these wise words from George, the first love of my life, might just see us through.
The 7 year old was stunned. The 5 year old was visibly upset. The 4 year old burst into a rousing rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star when they heard that their hero the Starman had died. Here are a few things that Bowie can teach my boys: Continue reading
From birth to Year R, here’s what I wish I’d known.
A poem where the title says it all.
Speaking on a panel a Mumsnet’s blogfest? Makes a change for a shift down ‘ pit.
I’m starting to wonder about the impact the status update, the ‘likes’ and the shares might have on my kids. I’m wondering what you think, too.
It’s not sugar crafting and gift wrapping that woke me up with that anxiety that creeps in if you wake between 3 and 5. It’s something else.
The naked rambler’s brother installed our staircase. He was fully clothed when he did it. Public nudity is not a family trait. Continue reading
When I was 4 there were some things that I knew. I am not sure politics was one of those things and I am not sure what I understand about politics now.