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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 →
Adulting is hard. It’s a fun word, like sandwich, and who doesn’t like a sandwich? But the reality of being an adult in the Sandwich Generation is nowhere near as enjoyable as it sounds. Do you remember being a kid and wishing the years away until you could have your own house where you could... Continue Reading →
I’ve had every kind of slipper Sexy leopard print to black I’ve loved them all with passion ‘Cos my slippers have my back * Shoes can be disloyal They will rub and pinch and nip They make your gait uneven Like they mean for you to trip * You don’t get that with slippers They... 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 →
Toothpicks and hand cream and freshly washed linen, lens wipes and flat shoes, that’s just the beginning. You know you love them so join as I sing, because these are a few of my favourite things… Forgive the ear worm (you’ll be humming Julie Andrews all day), but since I realised how some things which... 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 →
I have just been forced off a pavement by a man. He didn’t barge or shove me, in fact I’m almost certain he didn’t have a clue that I was manoeuvred onto the grass verge because of his presumed ownership of the entire pavement. His obliviousness astonished me. I was taking my first tentative outside... Continue Reading →
What Happened to Human Connection? The dictionary definition of intimacy is: ‘Close familiarity or friendship,’ so when I hear of podcasts, which are, by their very nature, an external, intangible, remote digital experience, being described as ‘intimacy plus,’ my nose automatically wrinkles. At this point I should explain that I love podcasts (The Guilty Feminist... Continue Reading →
I went to a reunion 25 years after graduation. Here’s what I learned: People don’t change Kind people remain kind, funny people will still make you laugh, and the same characters will still be on the dancefloor. Unfortunately, it also follows that the dicks will still be dicks. The mildly pompous teen is likely to... Continue Reading →
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