My dad passed away last month. I took some time on this rainy Sunday afternoon in lockdown to jot down some of the memories I have of him. Thank you for reading…
Category: Parenthood
Ever been so tired you can’t hold your head up?
Ever been so tired you can’t hold your head up?
Three-year-old moment (a short story)
A parent nestles into the well-worn seat and tells me she can’t remember life before becoming ‘mum’.
How much more must Jesus yearn for me?
Some days the noise and craziness of corralling two intense little boys was so challenging I’d want to scream.
Happy New Day everybody! (‘cos that’s good enough for me…)
I love setting out goals for the future. Ask me my five-year plan and I’ll tell you straight away. So … More
Musings from the therapy room
As Mental Health Month winds to a close, I wanted to share some musings from a psychologist I know named … More
The dreaded ‘we need to talk’ email and how it turned out
“Can we meet for a chat?” The words of an email from my boss today. They give away nothing and … More
I was trying to study for an exam but wrote poetry instead…
Some people are procastibakers… I’m a procastipoet! These are a few of the bits of poetry I came up with … More
Play them a tune they’ll keep humming to
My mum taught my son a little tune on the piano one afternoon last week. She invested time and effort … More
Dig into your emotions, and you’ll get to the gold
It had been a particularly trying night. My sons had been fighting with me, and each other, and I’d been … More
