Ten years of Granny

We had a memorial service for Tim's Granny yesterday. Granny Ann. She passed away a couple of weeks ago. I haven't written about it because in a way it feels like borrowed grief. She wasn't my granny - I only knew her for ten years, not a whole lifetime. So it feels sort of presumptuous. … Continue reading Ten years of Granny

Speak up for your bad days: they’re important too

I had every intention of sitting down tonight and writing about T's birthday. We had a grand day. I've got lots of very pretty-looking pictures. But whenever I write something especially appreciative about my children on this blog, the universe intervenes to make sure they're little horrors the day after. And so they have been. … Continue reading Speak up for your bad days: they’re important too

On ovary-wrestling

I've been struggling a bit with hormone rampages in the last few weeks. It's been hard not to tip myself into sadness or self-flagellation every time my tether's been shorter than I wanted, or I've forgotten to reply to an important message, or walked straight past the reusable shopping bags on my way out to Tesco … Continue reading On ovary-wrestling

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

The glory of womanhood; or, eighteen things men can’t understand even when they try

Very rigid gender stereotypes are not my thing. Men can paint their nails; they can have a deep and spiritual relationship with chocolate; they can cry over The Notebook. (Likewise, plenty of women don't do any of those.) I think 'men are from Mars' articles are generally lazy and annoying, and we should all just … Continue reading The glory of womanhood; or, eighteen things men can’t understand even when they try

On building a body

Here is the most profound thing I ever read on a blog: Your body houses a spirit. The spirit changes constantly with intelligence and progression. Your body will change with your spirit, constantly. ... You might feel a need to restore your body to a certain age where you think your body belongs--even though you … Continue reading On building a body

All you need is a good umbrella

Rain, and rain, and rain. Good effort, summer. I can see you've really stretched yourself. When it's grey and fuzzy like this, I just want to curl up under the billowy duvet and sleep. Not so for Timothy, who doesn't believe in daytime naps and has instead gone to climb Snowdon for the weekend. It's … Continue reading All you need is a good umbrella

From the vice-president of the Peter Andre club, with love

Hey, you. Want to be friends? This is a silly thing to say. But it is an eternal mystery to me how grown-up women go about making friends. It's not as easy as it was when I was ten. I can't just start a Peter Andre club and ask you to join. I have a … Continue reading From the vice-president of the Peter Andre club, with love