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If you know me at all, you’ll know that I have a long history with sleep. Well, more correctly, a long history with not getting enough of it. For the record,…

This is not the first time this has happened. You came home the other day, having shrugged off another stupid attempt to annoy you. It had centred on your name.…

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.…

People call it The Black Dog, but I don’t see it that way. Well, not anymore. I see it more as a day that didn’t go so well. A groundhog day…

I can’t do it today. No, I can’t. I’m too busy and there’s ninety eight other things I have to get done. Yes, I know you want to, and I…

As a parent, the thing that keeps me up the most at night is worrying over whether or not I am adequately equipping my kid with the necessary skills and…

It’s your birthday. How funny-wonderful it would be for you, this year, because the wedding has been planned to fall just after your birthday. It was planned around your special…