Weird things I’m teaching my kids

That there are towels appropriate for swimming, and towels appropriate for the bathroom. And never the twain shall meet. What is it about the big, bright, fluffy swimming towels that makes my head jerk to the side like an inquisitive jack russell when I see them hanging in my bathroom? Are we bigger at the... Continue Reading →

I’ve got crabs, they’re multiplying

Hi. Lesson 1) Never assume that the bucket of water that your son wants to bring home from the river contains only fresh water for the starfish he brought home the day before. Lesson 2) Don't ever leave the bucket of not-river-water in your car overnight because it's raining and you can't be bothered dealing... Continue Reading →

Marvellous Mother of the Millennium

There are three vases of flowers on our dining room table. One is filled with hydrangeas, which are beautifully drying out because their vase ran dry and nobody got as far as re-filling it. One is filled with limp, browning iceberg (edit #1: roses are in fact) Margaret Merrill roses, which my mother gave me a couple of... Continue Reading →

Gardening, Parenting, Compost

I’m reading another amazing parenting book. I’m not even up to Chapter One yet. That’s how good it is, I’m still reading the introduction, and I’m highlighting like mad and writing notes in the margins. The book is The Gardner and the Carpenter by Alison Gopnik. I can’t even remember for sure how I got... Continue Reading →

Destination Flaxmere

To all of my friends who have been to Borneo, South London, The Czech Republic, anywhere in South Africa, Israel, Downtown LA, New York or Columbia. You should really go on a trip to Flaxmere. The good things about Flaxmere are: You don't need a passport/visa/special ID to get in. You don't need a new... 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 →

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