Tag: love

It’s been on my radar screen for a while to take the children to the zoo. Something of a tradition at this time of year, I’d been waiting for a free day. Tuesday this week was the day I’d earmarked, but when I got out of bed and heard the rain drumming on my roof, […]
“Just like a woman.” Someone actually said this abhorrent phrase to me this week. It’s 2016 and apparently he thought it was acceptable to make a completely sexist remark to me, right in front of my children. His shoulders shook as he laughed, knowing that it was exactly the thing that would provoke me. I […]
I promise, I’m really not a bad cook. In fact, I love cooking. For the past two weeks I have been clearing out old copies of a cookery magazine, which I have been collecting for 17 years. Yes, seventeen. (The less said about this the better off we will be. Moving swiftly on.) I put […]
  “Kee!” I heard it, thought: “buzzard,” and accordingly lifted my head to see it. There it was: a tail like a tomahawk, light patches on the undersides of its broad wings. Gliding through the cloudless sky in the way that buzzards so often do. I thought, “It can see the big picture.” One morning […]
My daughter and I have started playing a new game in the swimming pool. The opponents face each other and each person crosses their forearms and grabs the others’ wrists. While treading water, the players wrestle in a bid to tap their opponent on the head. It’s hard! And it makes us laugh, dunk under […]
“Hey, are you going to reunion this year?” A message from my childhood friend caught me by surprise. Apparently it has been 20 years since we graduated from high school and the reunion is in July. I have never been to a high school reunion.
Linking up with Amanda at Habit of Being – November prompt-a-day 29 November’s prompt My eldest child is a maker. An idea possesses her, and with a single-mindedness I can only admire, she decides what she is going to create, and she makes it. This week when I unfairly stopped her from taking the coffee table up […]
My sister-in-law hates Chiff Chaffs.  These little migratory birds arrive in the UK in April or May, perching in the tops of trees, calling out a repetitive CHIFF CHAFF CHIFF CHAFF sound that seems to go on and on.  She says that the call is incessantly annoying.  I’d never thought of it that way: to […]
He wanted another one.  He’d been collecting those little Smurf figurines, and he knew that we’d stopped at a shop where he could get another one.  As his mother explained that she didn’t plan on buying him one today, he squeezed his eyes shut, threw back is red head and let forth a frustrated roar.  […]
One of the most astonishing things about become a mother for the first time was the feeling that I would never again be a unitary being.  Holding my baby in my arms, looking into the tar-black pools of her eyes, I knew that I would always be connected to this person.  I would be responsible […]