Turns out constipation is no joke. Continue reading Looking Possessed
When I had a great big enormous house and three small children, I was a full time mum. Arguably I should have continued in my varied and well-paid job, but I found my children more interesting than my colleagues or clients. I enjoyed spending time with them, chatting, laughing, singing, tickling, teaching, helping with homework, washing hair, reading bedtime stories and so on. And feeding them. Continue reading Pavlov’s Kids
Family lore is that it started at five. I don’t remember. What I remember is it was always there. Continue reading Writing on Me
It’s been a treat not to have to go to work for a while. I’d been looking forward to it so much, and imagined myself full of energy and getting things done. When it came to it I mostly sat in my favourite chair looking out at my garden. Continue reading Hi Ho, Hi Ho!
Watching some drama on tv, two kids are playing, and their parents exchange smiling glances. ‘I miss that’ I thought. Shared delight in one’s offspring. (Admittedly, this being Big Little Lies, it later turned out the man was beating his wife. Still, at the time of that affectionate-looking smile, I got a lump in my throat at my lack of co-parent.) Continue reading So Lonely