Tomorrow, I'll go for a run.
Category: Life on a wet rock
An Easter message to the people sitting in the parks and on the beaches
Each Peach Pear Plum and the comfort of mum-hugs
I threw out the old board books with their torn-off flaps and chewed corners...
Where are the quiet, male heroes in children’s literature?
Where, in children's literature, do we reward simple, enduring decency with a prize that children might actually want?
House, Parlour, Pigsty, Petty – Merry Christmas
In the land of strong tea and chiming clocks.
Happy Solstice
Solstice wildness and new starts.
Failure and rejection
Rejection makes me want to pull my chin fat right up over my head, and hide inside my own bubble until everyone has gone away
A note to my children in defiance of all things illness-related
I know the best place in the world to play catch.
Hurling jellyfish
Broken is not the same as beaten.
In the Kingdom of Overwhelm (writing about chronic illness)
Overwhelm is a place.