New Relationship. Same Partner.

I think it’s possible. But you have to have REALLY felt the pain. Both of you.  It breaks you and you have to rebuild yourself.   Then you can meet on the same level. Which is key. No one stronger. Or more in control.   And then it’s not like it was before. It’s far better. But not just because…

The 5 Best Times to Ignore Your Child

  Neglect  nɪˈɡlɛkt/ verb  fail to care for properly.   synonyms: fail to look after, fail to care for, fail to provide for, leave alone, abandon I want to make it clear that at no point in this post am I talking about neglect. There is no excuse for neglect and nothing but suffering can be born of it….

Why Are my Children so Bloody Horrible to Each Other?

  I was one of those parents who tried so hard to pretend that they’re not that fussed about the new baby being a girl when they already have a son. I tried to look breezy about it in the hope that anyone with any other combination that wasn’t as perfectly perfect as mine would…

That Green-Eyed Monster: Being Jealous of Your Friends.

I actually thought that I was over feeling jealous of things. I felt that in my early forties I have become wise enough and cool enough to be free from thinking that stuff matters. I have had stuff and lost stuff and I’m still here. As a child, and coming from a very large family, I did…

How’s it Been, Going Full Time Again? Errr, Easier….

  I was dreading going back full time. I didn’t know how on Earth I’d get everything done. I would fail at both parts of my life. I’ve been back full time teaching for a few weeks now. Gone are the afternoons when I could leave school at 2pm. Gone is my Friday Blog Day (you…

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…