Is this the end of the confessional blog?
Let’s be honest, it’s easier to write a confessional blog, if you have something to confess. For a moment, thinking over this week, I was concerned. As long-term readers will…
Category: parenting
Gasmasks, secret Christmas cards, underpants and the reason I took 4 years of Latin.
I am so glad the weekend is here, and we’re at home for it. The last 7 days: We went away last weekend to celebrate my husband’s birthday. On Saturday,…
Big birthday with big computers
This weekend is a big birthday for my husband. I have to be kind to him because it’ll be mine next year and he’ll be able to turn anything rude…
Big feet, the meaning of September, and publishing progress.
“Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. If I knew your address, I would send you a bouquet of sharpened pencils.”…
Vindication for Mrs A and school with no uniform for my son.
I spend far too much time hoping life will prove me right about things. However, long-term vindication works both ways. I remember Mrs A, who had boys ahead of us…
A third of the way through school holidays; 75% of the way through my draft.
Two weeks of the school holiday down. I like my children (love them, actually), but now lockdown’s lifted, I find the opportunities for parenting overwhelming. A perfect mother would manage…
All’s well that ends well.
It wasn’t an easy week: high school children at home during the time I’d set aside to prepare for the holidays; the worry my fifteen-year-old would be self-isolating on his…
Less nagging, more creative space.
I’m sitting in Starbucks. This feels like a distinct lack of solidarity as poor Rachel, business and writing partner with whom I used to come here, is self-isolating. But I…
