The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge have a new baby son. I will have to admit that I was shocked that at the same time I heard of his arrival, I also saw pictures of him and his mother and father posing on the steps of some building. But, I think I must have shrugged... Continue Reading →
Really difficult. That’s how hard.
I wrote a blog a while ago about watching and reading things that were not written, produced and directed by white middle class men. I decided that, for a year, I was going to consciously seek out things to watch with a broader perspective on society. I did not think it was going to be that... Continue Reading →
One Direction is in My Life and I’m Beautiful. They Told Me.
So, Louis was introduced to One Direction a while ago and he has taken to them with gusto. We each have turns listening to music on the boom, and his choice is 9 times out of ten, One Direction. So, I have become deeply intimate with their lyrics in a way that no self-respecting 38... Continue Reading →
How Hard Could It Be?
The children stayed with my brother and sister last night. So, the Sound Guy and I finally got to watch the final episode of GoT. I was left wondering whether Kit Harrington had to have butt-cheek-make-up, and whether Cersei's shaman-dude was going to figure out a way to control the White Walkers. I was also... Continue Reading →
Sleeping Children
On many occasion in my parenting groups, mamas who are having a hard time get given the advice: go and look at your sleeping baby. Because all the bullshit falls away when we're gazing at the relaxed faces of our angelic, sleeping, children. Somewhere in the creation of rules of humanity, there was this one:... Continue Reading →
Choices
Somewhere in New Zealand right now there's a woman who doesn't dare leave her husband, because she can't fathom how she'll make ends meet without his income. On her own, she wouldn't be able to make the mortgage payment, the grocery bill, the school bills, the electric, gas, firewood, petrol, and maybe a feed of... Continue Reading →
All The Ways
Swimming was something I'd been doing since I could - forever. I had a group of people I though of as my (faster-than-me-) swimming-friends. And I went to swimming camps and learnt camp-songs and that taking aspirin and drinking coke was meant to give you a high.
I think I might be in love with Elizabeth Moss
I have been watching The Handmaid's Tale. I read The Handmaid's Tale as a 14-year-old because my sister was reading it for Seventh Form English. I did everything I could to be as sophisticated as she was. My parents tried to tell her it was flattery. It didn't make it less annoying. Anyway - I... Continue Reading →
The Glamorous Side of Parenting
Two weeks ago, my guts a complete mess because a diet I was trying out to fix my guts that were a complete mess had blocked me up for days, I walked into a local pharmacy and asked for an enema kit. “A what?” the woman behind the counter asked, “AN ENEMA KIT” I enunciated... Continue Reading →
