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Your hefty dose of single-parenting reality. Because life isn’t a series of soft-focus photos of babies looking delighted. (In fact, I’m not sure I remember R ever looking delighted. There was always an air of “You’re an idiot, mummy, and I’m humouring you by laughing…”)

It’s always worth reminding yourself that kids won’t remember half of the truly terrible things you did to them while they were growing up. They’ll just go through life bearing invisible scars and wondering why they’re afraid of the theme tune to the Munsters. And then they’ll look on social media and realise.

Because darnit, social media has made parenting a whole lot harder…

 

 

A poem to celebrate 1000 page likes and 750,000 reads on The Cupid Touch. Naptime For five years every bedtime Has been a battle-ground - What once were cries now pleading, And pyjamas thrown around. "But Mummy, I'm still hungry!" Gets me tearing out my hair, As does the constant...

This is something suggested to me a while ago, and I've been mulling over doing it. There have been short periods of time when it wouldn't have been appropriate, but I figured it's time to take advantage of the current single status...

I wanted to post up my Flesh and Fabric poetry collection, beginning with a few recent ones and moving backwards. I can't promise any consistency of subject matter beyond what-I-felt-like-writing, but that's probably about par for the course...

I used to love travelling. I’d feel lighter and better the moment the train pulled out of the station or the plane lifted off the tarmac, and I’d look forward to it with almost as much enthusiasm as the holiday. I guess...

One single-mum's 13-point guide to just-about-scraping-by I don't think there's been anything in my life I can equate to how hard it is to just hold my s*** together when I've felt like I'm falling apart. There are going to be times in...

There's a guy that I know. He has a trophy girlfriend. The very look of her makes him preen, and when she walks along next to him, every glance of every passer-by is a brick in his highly-built self-esteem. At parties, she comes up...

Since I'm reading at a fabulous monster-themed event this week in Cambrige, I thought I'd get into the right frame of mind (and hopefully get some readers into the right one, too ;-) So I'm posting a short story called Muckilly Gog. It's...

I defy any parent to manage without some form of bribery: be it the promise of TV programmes, games, later bedtimes, more stories, chocolate, ponies or Playstatio ns.* For me, Christmas seemed a good opportunity to cash in on the universal little-white-fib, and get...