Strings attached My love is unconditional – an animal born in viscera. Hardwired. Evolved. Oxytocin enchantment distracted me from my enslavement. The journey began with keeping that outraged and unshelled tyrant alive. Hormone drunk, I vowed to nourish and protect – no matter what – and my noble intention did endure the most unreasonable of […]
Aftermath – 105 words
Aftermath. They went back into their box, the shiny balls and sparkly strings, the lights, the red and green, and all the things no one believes in. Someone asked ‘Who made this one?’ A daubed reindeer, it’s glitter balding. It was a hopeful child, certain that He would bring the gifts and make the magic. […]
14 years at the school gates: what I have learned so far….
The parenting milestones no one tells you about
It’s possible that before you conceive your first child, milestones are just those old things beside the road or on the set of a panto. Somewhere that Mr Whittington does his turning. You know? But that doesn’t last long. Soon everything is measured out and ticked off – compared to the average, or to her […]