And now, the end is here. And so we reach the final curtain. Blah blah blah whatever the lyrics are (sorry Frank, but eighties Madonna is more my karaoke of choice). I did it my way. A year ago, I wrote a piece about breastfeeding a three year old, and various media outlets picked it…
Month: July 2018
It’s Not Me, It’s You
Some time ago I read a post by a fellow single mum blogger, about the fact that when someone utters the dreaded line “It’s not you, it’s me,” it inevitably feels as though the reverse is true. After all, you’re the one who has the great big stamp of rejection branded across your forehead. Now,…
The Wiggly Line of Progress
In the main SEN (special educational needs) classroom in my school, there is a poster which I have upon occasion found myself gazing at and thinking that I would do well to remember its message. I call it the Wiggly Line of Progress, and it is supposed to show that progress is rarely linear and…
Return of the Troll
Some months ago-no, I tell a lie, it was years, one whole year ago to be precise-I acquired a troll. It was just after I’d announced publicly that I was still breastfeeding my three year old and the haters burst forth to offer their poorly educated and unwanted opinions. Surely that child is in school!…