Parenting? Let’s be honest …
I’D volunteered for the cupcake stall at the school fair. “Making or selling?” enquired the mum at the gate. “Selling.”
I’D volunteered for the cupcake stall at the school fair. “Making or selling?” enquired the mum at the gate. “Selling.”
I WISH I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself – not the life others expected of me.
THE letter was responding to a recent column about men who don’t have sex, detailing a stressful love life with his ex, failure to perform because of anxiety – but then it went off piste.
“WASTE of time, that” gruffed my father when first told of the writing dream many, many years ago.
IN my early 20s I lived in a share house – with one particular flatmate I barely knew.
IN my early 20s I lived in a share house – with one particular flatmate I barely knew.
“DADDY’S spending his birthday in jail,” the four-year-old’s declaring to all and sundry as I run around hosing spot fires of speculation.
THE scene: the local pool with a bunch of school mums, my four-year-old gently strumming her fingers through my hair.
“HAVING your prospects determined at birth is the most pernicious and fundamental form of inequality.”
I have a fractious relationship with the dark hours; we fall in and out of love.
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