Part One of this story has been read more than 140,000 times. I have no idea what made it so popular (I’ve written much better stuff). I can only assume there are thousands of mums and dads who have been weighed down by society’s disappointment in their inability to produce at least one child of […]
Archives for February 2015
I finally understand why people put those festive ‘Baby On Board’ signs in their car windows. It’s not for the certain je ne sais quois it adds to your people mover, as elegant as they are. It’s not to boast about your ability to reproduce (that’s what the “My Family” stickers are for). It is, […]
If you’ve spent more than five minutes on Instagram or Pinterest in the past 12 months you’ll know that your child needs a teepee. It’s not really an option. A teepee is a standard item for kids rooms in 2015. Everyone knows this. They are as essential as shadow boxes and felt ball garlands. Thing […]
To give you a break from the never ending WORDS that I heap on you from these pages, I’ve joined a photography circle. Like a quilting circle without the quilting. And we don’t meet up. Or even see each other ever. So, nothing at all like a quilting circle. The idea is that we take one normal […]
Look, don’t be embarrassed if this whole spill crap is over your head. You’re not alone. The media likes to think that everyone sits around discussing politics all day every day (wait, you don’t? You mean you have a life? A job? Family? But why aren’t you reading every paper, cover-to-cover before you have your […]
My heart has been shattered. It’s in a million pieces on the floor. My dreams have been slaughtered and I’m doomed to a half-life of pain and misery. You’ve brought me into this cruel world and your lack of remorse is a dagger to my soul. I can’t reach the bench.
It has happened. At some point during the past 19 months, I drank the Kool Aid. I walked straight into that Friendship circle, held hands with the sisters and said goodbye to my old life. The Motherhood has claimed me. When I first fell pregnant, I remember thinking I’d be such a cool mum. Not like all […]