The Comfort of Guilt And How to Give it up.

A sweet and good friend sent me a text tonight. She is in the zone -the baby and toddler days. She wondered if I could write about guilt. She is feeling it. Her friends are feeling it – she mentioned that particular evening time when the children are just settled, sleeping – the day breathes out, you look at…

Peteheart

Peteheart Like a chipped teacup I lent you my heart. You held it so perfectly, briefly Your gifted fingers ran over the hairline fractures that I didn’t know were still there. You were just mending cups. You chose to accept the paper-thin weight Of a cup you didn’t even own. No fear made you nervous;…

We Are All Still Teenagers Underneath.

  There’s a woman in my mind. I know her really well. I’ve known her for years and yet I’ve never met her. She’s the me I always thought I would be by now,  but she has yet to appear.  I’ll tell you about her. She reads The Guardian or The Observer every day and she also…

What Do Those Private School Fees Really Buy You?

  I am in the not-very-unusual position of being a teacher in a private, fee paying school whilst having my own children educated in state schools. I too went to state school (except for a few weeks at a hideous crammer in Oxford which my mortified father shelled out for on the back of his…

Dating at 43? Go for the Pre-Processed Option.

Right. I’m going to tell you all about it. Not because you need to know everything, but because this stuff is empowering. We are all aware of the pressure to look and feel good – which usually means younger – and the thought of getting yourself out on the Open Market after a generous dose…

It’s Just For One Day

It’s Just One Day Listing Wishing Shopping Dropping. Getting Forgetting Thinking Drinking Weighing Scanning Wrapping Hiding Booking, Kids looking – Elf shelf? Mental Health. Carpet of needles Untangle lights for tree Avoid: 1) staff party 2) Charity plea Counting, re-counting Dreading or ready Budgeting. Gathering Balance unsteady. Pushed to the 24th Celebrate, smile Heartbroken Missing…

Monday, Truthday, Friendsday… Loneliness.

This is my Blog, I work hard at it. I pay for it. It’s hit and miss. It’s had a few rave posts and some hidden treasures that are obviously only useful in the moment for me when I write them. I consider topics that might be relevant to people, like me, muddling through change or…

Our Constant Attention is Ruining our Children.

In spite of working in some fantastic schools: Independent, State and International, I am aware of a steady and worrying decline in many of the skills that school children have. In 22 years of teaching children in British Schools I can honesty say that the cohorts coming through now are, despite the best intentions from parents, generally,…

The Deep Flaw in Our Sisterhood.

A week ago I wrote about childbirth and how tough I had found it. Twice. The idea behind the post was to share the fact that although I appear to be a very strong mother, providing for my children in the wake of their father’s terrible brain injury, I found childbirth traumatic, scarring and 12…