“Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.” ― Barbara Kingsolver *Warning: Some Cheese-worthy sentences towards the end. Tales of Single Motherhood. Doubting my parenting, but remembering my daughter is wonderful and I take most of the full credit. “YOU NEVER BUY ANYTHING FOR ME!..YOU DON’T EVEN WANT ME ANYMORE!!” I was already knelt on… Continue reading Confessions of a Single Mother: I’m a pretty decent parent.
I have been posting a lot on Instagram recently. Good for you, I hear you remark. Well no, not odd photos with a bunch of two-word witty captions – although I do love a minimal-but-still-highly-amusing-because-the-photo-does-all-the-work caption. No, see I have actually been pouring my heart out on Instagram of late. I’ve been celebrating my highs,… Continue reading Confessions of a Single Mother: Instagram, Acting and Unicorn Moments
“Most things are possible, if you are willing to put the work in…”. There it is. That’s ma face. No angles, no filters, no amusing expressions, just me trying hard not to blink. I’ll never forget the day I got my headshots taken. It was a cold and wet morning in late December. I’d gotten soaked… Continue reading Confessions of a Single Mother: One Headshot Session and Daring to Dream.
I promised myself I would post on this blog, even if I felt I didn’t have anything particularly valuable or interesting or exciting to say at the time. Because exciting things don’t happen in my life every single day, if they did, they would not be considered exciting any more, they would just be..well, things that… Continue reading Stop Judging: Everyone has a story, humans are onions after all.
“Grandma is a badass. She is a brave, strong, remarkable woman with the biggest heart. And she raised a brave, strong, remarkable woman with the biggest heart. We’re going to be very very okay. ” Dearest Maia, You are currently downstairs with Grandma. You have just gobbled up the pancakes she made – as have… Continue reading Dear Maia: We’re going to be very very okay
Grandad was poorly this weekend. He spent one night in hospital. One night, but it felt more like five as we had no idea how serious his chest infection was, or what else might come of it. My Father will be 75 this year, and not a young-75. Not a still-goes jogging/swimming/tennis-playing, or some other… Continue reading Dear Daddy, Stay the MotherFucking Course.
“All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” – Abraham Lincoln I wanted to write a snappy post. Something a person could scroll through between tube stops and smile at. So I embarked on a list of the little – and slightly bigger- lessons I’d most like to spew… Continue reading Dear Maia: This might help you, Love from Mummy