Naptime
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…
Ten Days, Ten Dates
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…
Flesh and Fabric – Poetry Collection
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,…
Thirty-Nine Things Guaranteed to Cause a Four-Year-Old Meltdown
This is basically a companion-post to The 30 Things Most Likely to Give Me Parent Rage. I’m pretty lucky to have a naturally easy-going small boy. We rarely have tantrums,…
Surviving Single-Parenthood when Everything Is Awful
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…
The Trophy Girlfriend
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…
Muckilly Gog – The tale of a monster
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…
How I Made One Boy Behave Him-Elf this Christmas…
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…
