Author Archives: surelynotcomplicated

The Boys

I took my boy to a football match this Saturday, the local derby that is Brentford v QPR. It was away and the traffic was terrible as we slogged across west London eventually conceding defeat and parking in the retail hell-hole that is Westfields shopping centre on a Saturday afternoon. As is the tradition, every […]

I kissed a Hooker and I liked it.

For those not of a rugby frame of mind, I should clarify that the hooker in question hooks the ball backwards in the scrum. I won’t go into the whole shebang about how/why I was kissing a hooker but the brief salient details were that I had been a single parent for quite some years […]

It’s Just Not Cricket

The blog post below is doing the rounds on Twitter for good reason.  Not having grown up in England (Africa and Wales if you’re interested) I appreciate the baffling mystery of cricket.  However I seem to have adopted English eccentricity as if I were born to it (which I suppose I was – Bristol if […]

Boys and Make-up

After a post celebrating our family anniversary, any subsequent post is virtually guaranteed to be a let down.  So let’s really scrape the barrel and talk about boys and make-up.  Well make up at least. There have been a few changes I’ve dealt with since my hair has been purple. Although I still spend the […]

Another Woman’s Child

A child born to another woman calls me mommy. The magnitude of that tragedy and the depth of that privilege are not lost on me. – Jody Landers Today is the 12th anniversary of meeting the baby who became my son.  It is our family birthday. Twelve years ago I waited outside the office of […]

Teens are Fun

When people talk about teens there’s an emphasis on stroppiness and acne and anger management.  No-one talks about the pleasures.  Watching your wee boy transform in front of your eyes into a young man and become a funny and engaging adult whilst alternating with their toddler self, each trying to get the upper hand.  Oh […]

Purple Hair spreads Happiness

I had an unexpected response to my last post on feeling somewhat ordinary and deciding that what an ordinary accountant in the suburbs really needed was purple hair.  It seemed to strike a chord with people I have never met – this feeling of just being a little dull, a little uninspiring, of being dependable.  […]