Dyslexia and Us

When my daughter was diagnosed with dyslexia at six-years-old, I wish I’d known the roller coaster we were embarking on would take us upwards, more often than down. She’s now half way through her GCSE’s and her predicted grades are excellent. It seems like a life-time since we sat with a tearful, bullied child, who... Continue Reading →

23 and Me, The Adoptee

As a contented adoptee, I hesitated when my daughter suggested I did a DNA test. She is ten, and thinks she has a right to know our shared genetic heritage, or, as she put it, ‘I want to know if you’re related to Hitler or a Yorkshirian Warrior.’ She’d decided those were my only options... Continue Reading →

Ungentlemanly Behaviour

Common Courtesy Should be Gender Non-Specific I find the term ‘gentleman’ perfect and ridiculous in equal measure. It’s perfect because the word consists of ‘gentle’ and ‘man’, and who doesn’t want some of that in their lives? The dictionary definition sounds great: ‘A chivalrous, courteous, or honourable man.’   Interestingly, the dictionary definition of gentlewoman... Continue Reading →

Getting it off my Chest

My friends are getting new boobs, and it’s getting right on my... I have enormous breasts. It wasn’t always the case, I was that lanky adolescent who was mocked for having shuttle-cock shaped nipples instead of boobs, but a bit of weight gain and a hearty dose of hormone treatment (I’ll tell you about that... Continue Reading →

I Claim my Mid-Life Crisis

If men can have one, so can I I was a precocious child. This is evidenced by the fact I entered a Public Speaking Competition at the age of thirteen with a speech about ‘The Male Menopause’. I was robbed; I came second, despite my talk rousing the audience to guffaws and standing ovation (at... Continue Reading →

I Hate my Husband for Being Thin

Should Menopausal Women’s Husbands be Allowed to be Slim? My husband is thin, I am not, and I hate him for it. We weren’t always like Jack Sprat and his portly wife; in our twenties we were both slim, then in the next decade we took turns at piling on the pounds. He drank and snacked... Continue Reading →

My Friends Are Electric

Today I am feeling the love. It could be because I had a great evening at the theatre last night, but I think it’s more likely to be because I went there with my clever, funny, sparkling friend. This glow is not a one off. Now, at the grand old age of forty-nine, I am... Continue Reading →

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