I looked down at the poppy pinned to my jacket after writing last weeks blog for Remembrance Day.  Of course I actually looked at a pin because I rarely have a poppy for long.  My poppies are like a Remembrance Day version of the Elf on the Shelf that’s gaining popularity over here, appearing in […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]