Stay at home… feminist?

Stay at home… feminist?

I’m having to come to terms with being “kept” like a pet cat. I’m painfully aware that the money I’m spending is not “mine” in the way I always planned. And if one more person calls me a yummy-mummy, I think I might eat...
Peppa Pig saved my life

Peppa Pig saved my life

“My offspring will not even know who Peppa Pig is,” I loftily proclaimed pre-children, as I sneered in superiority at the parents who bought the DVDs, t-shirt, stickers, cup, bowl, bag, lunchbox, pencil case and pyjamas. “What is this two-dimensional animated swine?”...
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...

Why her teachers are going to hate me

“Just say no!” to underage sex, excess drinking, and taking drugs; to taking on too much work, to accepting sweets offered by strangers, and to the demands from the small people to cut their toast into ovals – the ability to say no and mean it is one...