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My 53-year-old husband has decided to become a rock star, and I’m not even kidding. He’s played bass since he was a kid and always dreamed of making it big but work and responsibilities got in the way of that dream, until now. He still has two businesses to run, a couple of school-age kids... Continue Reading →
Following a discussion on the Jeremy Vine show about my ten-year-old daughter’s response to Brexit, a listener called in to say that any anxiety my child felt was my fault for allowing her to watch the news. When I’d stopped defensively stamping my feet and blaming the politicians, I thought about it from the commentator’s... Continue Reading →
I am very similar to my mum. I am also the polar opposite. The latter is understandable because we are not biologically related, but as an adoptee I revel in the things which connect us, like a love of drawing, literature and perhaps less impressively, clothes and lashings of makeup. Recently I’ve been writing about... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
Walking the corridors of Great Ormond Street Hospital is a humbling experience. Your healthy child will never feel more precious than when you have seen what other children have to suffer I have visited the specialised children’s hospital in Central London many times since my eldest child was born. She failed all her post-natal tests,... Continue Reading →
Confession of a Guilty Mother During a meeting about Secondary School admissions, the weight of my daughter’s love hit me like a tidal wave. She’d been interviewed alone by the School’s Assistant Principal, before I was invited in to join them. One of the questions he’d asked her was where she’d like to time-travel to, and... Continue Reading →
A Gift From My Daughter Will I Ever Be More Than Mum? My youngest daughter is an empath, she’s kind, thoughtful and clever, but she recently bought me the kind of present which made me wonder if she knows me at all. Fourteen years into my parenting role, I believe I’ve earned my ‘useful’ stripes.... Continue Reading →
Managing Our Mental Health Be Kind to Yourself this Festive Season A colony of troublesome sprites live inside my brain. These sprites hold my thoughts in their spindly fingers, and they have sprinter’s legs which can run so fast, and in such unexpected directions, it takes me all my time to control them. I need... Continue Reading →
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