I've set up a new website for my most recent posts, which means all my posts about childhood cancer and child bereavement are in the same place. This also leaves me the space to also return New Pencil Case to polemical nonsense at some point in the future. If you'd like to subscribe to this … Continue reading New website announcement
Carry me home
There are many kinds of mother you can be. Tiger mother, Alpha, Helicopter. I’ve never really seen myself as any of them, and certainly tried to avoid a few. If I had to classify my parenting style, I’d say that I carried stuff. To give it a festive flavour, if this were a nativity, I’d be the donkey.
You can take your Wonderland, and your Elf on the Shelf, and bugger off
This year, the elf on the shelf appears like a festive psychopath to ruin it for everyone.
Life Without George
George Michael was mine and all of these other people are merely charlatans hired in as professional mourners. They had no business intruding on my grief.
Victoria Wood: I’m looking for my friend …
2016 has not been kind. Maybe it's just my age but the last few months have seen a steady stream of familiar faces shuffling off; a roll call of my childhood and teenage years. Bowie, Rickman, Wogan, Corbett. However the death of Victoria Wood today seems particularly cruel and unnecessary. Her death has saddened me … Continue reading Victoria Wood: I’m looking for my friend …
Tragic Events: Advice for Parents & Carers
We discuss the news a lot in our house, the radio is always on and there is little our children don't hear. I can explain about the budget, or strikes, but terrorism is much harder to explain without causing further fear and anxiety. Sarah Clarke, Child Psychotherapist and a good friend of mine wrote this … Continue reading Tragic Events: Advice for Parents & Carers
The time has come for our youngest child to get a new bed. His cot bed no longer contains his flailing limbs in the night and, by his own admission, he needs a big boy's bed. This, coinciding with eldest child's wobbly tooth, is a milestone I was ill-prepared for. Two large children in proper … Continue reading Happy Feet
The silk inside the chestnut shell
Welcome to my new blog, come in and make yourselves comfy. There is nothing that symbolises new beginnings for me than the beginning of Autumn. You can keep your New Year's resolutions, which are always furred by hangovers and too much trifle. As for spring, nobody ever really knows when it starts anyway, and is … Continue reading The silk inside the chestnut shell