My head is very full at the moment and there are dozens of things I want to write about. I’ve already forgotten some of the most brilliant ideas and the rest are getting fuzzier. I’d like to theorise more about mental load and how to unload. I want to write poetically about what happens when […]
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.
As Mother’s Day looms again – I thought it was time to give this post another airing. How did your mothering go? Are you still in the midst of it, or is it mostly behind you? Were you a success today? How did you do? Were you any good? Clearly a successful parenting […]
My son – I’ll bet you don’t give a hoot Years ago I had a boyfriend whose mother used to feed me ice cream, gallons of it. I learned to greet each huge bowl of vanilla with convincing enthusiasm as I slurped it down. I can’t remember where it started, but she believed I adored […]
Boy Two is doing some photography as part of his Duke of Edinburgh’s, so Boy Three and I thought we’d join him in taking some photos in Bellahouston Park today. Other posts you might like: Too beautiful for photos What do the photos on your phone mean?