I remember very little about my first day (or year) at school. In fact, all I remember was that it was 1984, Madonna was riding high in the charts, and at some point my mother had a questionable bubble perm. They also had real lipstick in the wendy house, and one day I put it…
Author: Min
Single mother by choice
Ode to a Faded Bugaboo
And just like that, Piglet is practically an adult. Well OK not quite, but put it this way. I NO LONGER HAVE A PUSHCHAIR. Ever since the cold day in January 2017 when we first moved into our new abode, the trusty Bugaboo has had its place in the porch, and now the porch stands…
Dating: Am I Bitter?
So we are finally back in this place. The place I hoped I would never go back to. The hell that is online dating. I have tried to enjoy dating, I really have. I have thrown myself into it with gusto, telling myself that this time it will be different. This time, I will be…
Breastfeeding: I Did It My Way
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…
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!…
Very Brief Existential Crisis (now recovered having written it down-DO NOT FEAR FOR MY SANITY!)
The other day I started feeling sorry for myself about my love life (e.g. lack thereof). This is a terrible state of affairs, because it has the ability to depress me like nothing else; well, nothing else apart from those times when I look out of the window, usually at work, and sigh sadly to…
Feeling a bit starved of affection. Might Get Cat.
It is a fact well established that a woman not in possession of a husband must be in want of a baby. Or at the very least a cat, so I was of course not surprised to see (on Twitter. Not in the course of my own literary wanderings. I prefer something a little more…
The One With The Snow Day
It is a fact well established that one spends all winter praying for a snow day and then when one finally arrives, the reality never quite lives up to its powdery promise. “Let’s go to a coffee shop!” I said. “We’ll go to a coffee shop, in the MIDDLE OF THE DAY! And do our…