The Ugly Cry

The Ugly Cry

I cried the other day. And it was a strange thing. I didn’t cry because I was sad, I didn’t cry because anyone has betrayed me, or left me when I so wanted them to stay. I cried because I read something that made the tears well up in my eyes and a lump...
When will I learn?

When will I learn?

Like every parent I know, there are things that I never seem to learn but, in the interests of sanity, really really need to. More haste, less speed? True every time I’m running late and try to strap the BSCB in the buggy with one hand, while putting on my Nikes with...
P.M.A

P.M.A

When I had my daughter in 2012 there was funk all out there that spoke to how I felt about motherhood. The loss of identity, the guilt about wanting something that was just about me, the mind-numbing boredom of spending time with a small person whose conversation...
No ifs, no buts, your uterus don’t mean f**k

No ifs, no buts, your uterus don’t mean f**k

And another one bites the dust. The stand-down of Andrea Leadsom from the Tory party leadership race yesterday means that even the vaguely substantial, slimly qualified prospects for the leadership of the party, and that small matter of steering the country from The...
Fear, farce and faeces – a birth of a second baby

Fear, farce and faeces – a birth of a second baby

“Second labours are different” they said. “It will be faster this time”. And ultimately they were right, but the birth of our first child had left me so broken that at the time I just nodded, smiled and thought, “We’ll see.”...