Here’s a tiny bit of book. My book. Yikes. Good grief, the last time I blogged was three months ago and I was ordering cheese for H’s...

‘What’s that window doing there?’ I asked. ‘It’s not really a window,’ the brickie told me. ‘It’s more of a vent.’ I said nothing. ‘So...

It turns out this writing a book lark is harder than it looks and, like so many things in life, not made easier by having two small...

We are disgraceful: this was one of only two photos we have of anyone in this family doing anything even vaguely athletic, while also not...

Poor little kid. She and her brother are so prone to ear infections and croup. They just have tiny little respiratory tracts and...

Two hours and all the towels in the house later, he was a limp pile of empty little boy on the sofa, and I was reading the fine print on...

My daughter has a remarkable grasp of phonetic spelling. This week has indeed been totally phykd. Gastro. Again. You’re going to start...

But, weirdly enough, it was one of the loveliest nights I can remember. Partly because nights in general, in my opinion, are for sleeping...

Today nearly slipped by without a blog. Today was hard. Physically I feel like crap right now and trying to be funny feels forced. So...

H’s beloved dad died on Saturday. It was expected, and a relief in that he was released from his suffering after a year of illness. It is...