Let’s kick our inner smug mums to the kerb this summer

Some rambly first-draft thoughts I have been mulling over. Let me know what you think.  Let's talk about Utah. Let's talk about Utah and mothers being real. Not that the two are connected, particularly - or perhaps they are, but I'm not someone qualified to talk about it. I mean that, while we spent a … Continue reading Let’s kick our inner smug mums to the kerb this summer

Belong to where you are

I have this Anthony Burrill print on the wall of my downstairs loo. Ideally I would sit and ponder on it while I use the facilities, though of course I never use the facilities without a curious onlooker keen to hand me loo roll and compare genitalia. ('I just love talking to you', H said … Continue reading Belong to where you are

The women who made me

  If I am a good mother, it's because of my Nanna. It's because I learned from her that little things mean a lot to little people. It's because I know it's possible to bear physical limitations and pain with unbelievable grace. It's because I believe most problems can be solved with a weekly helping … Continue reading The women who made me