I see you, teenage child. With your swagger and secrets. Sticking your flag in new territories. Of course, I’m boring. Show me a mother who isn’t. It’s our gift. To you. A life solidified – a crash mat made of person. Ready for your ungrateful bounce.
Snapping at the signs of spring
What’s been going on this week
March already and I’m still picking pine needles from between the floorboards. Best thing to do for World Book Day? … buy a book and read it It’s World Book Day today and all over the country parents are tearing their hair out at the unreasonable costume demands this causes. Mercifully, the head teacher at […]