Archive

In life, we get cheerleaders. We have to be our own on the way to finding our own troop of cheerleaders, but it’s true. Those mates who stick by you,…

A decade. The way it rounds up in my mouth as I say it, seems far too clean a manner with which to describe the sheer void that it implies.…

I’ve done quite a few of these before, so if you’re bored, you can read some of them here; here; here; here and here. I was tagged by my (yes, she’s mine!!!)…

I feel an intense pressure on myself (all self-created, I know and realise) to have some insightful thoughts on turning 35. Normally, ever year, I take a little time out…

First off, don’t be alarmed (haha), this really is a book review, and not an announcement. It’s also not a sponsored post, but some rather lovely folks sent me a…

Moving house is right up there on the stressor scale, and I really think it wigs me out way more than I let on. As you know, we moved towards…

Sweet child, the idea that you are turning ten leaves me breathless. Every parent says it, but it’s so true for me – I blinked and suddenly you’d morphed from…

I can judge the level of how well I know someone, and how well they know me, by the things they say about me, to me (and sometimes, not to…

Dear Mom, When a child turns five, their parents feel this strange sense of pride and longing. Like, five is a “whole hand” and the baby days are very over.…