letters to my children

Two thousand, one hundred and ninety two

Dear Henry, At some point in the last couple of months, your face has changed.

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Don’t worry, mama: the first day of school makes you cry for a reason

So anyway, that was the first week of school. H went back on Monday. My

letters to my children

One thousand, eight hundred and twenty-six

  Dear Henry, Today is your birthday, and you are five. You are asleep, finally,

parenting

Hello to all that (on first days at school)

This is it. Don’t get scared now. I was going to write about sending H off

parenting

September. July.

September. July. Note the worn-through shoes, the yoghurt-stained jumper, the trousers that barely fit, and

womanhood

A manifesto for being an all-round good egg at thirty

I’ve been thirty for a week and I’m not dead yet. I jest. I’ve been

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Movin’ on out

Hello internet! Hello wider world! Hello, dear blog from which I have been absent a

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