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The shame in my stories.

Today on my (personal) Facebook timeline I shared a blog post by Laura Munoz entitled “To men I love, about men who scare me”. Those engaging with it concurred that the article was way on point, and it was even a web-literary meeting place between myself and a close friend who’s ideological agenda is often…

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Adulthood and then I’ll die someday.

  Last night I lay awake listening to the wind rip up my garden.  Or rather, blow all the plastic shit around outside.  I secretly hoped a very localised cyclone would suck up the broken, toxic-coloured toys that litter our overgrown grass.  And I couldn’t sleep, and that made me angry and panicked. Which meant…

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Expectations.

I’ve thought lately a lot about expectations, and I wrote about how motherhood made me feel like I woke up in 1975 (I think I said 1953 actually, but since 1975 was when The Tiger Who Came to Tea was published, and that book sort of horrifies me as much as it does warm my…

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Herstory.

I’ve always shied away from the term ‘mummy blogger’.  But, as I’ve touched on before, this is entirely my problem, my bad. Probably.  Well, those patronising shits who dreamt up the phrase too, it’s their fault also. There is nothing wrong with being an out and out ‘mummy blogger’, not at all.  The problem is…

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A man’s woman’s woman’s man.

This isn’t even an opinion piece,  it’s an experience piece.  Nothing but my own experience (real or imagined) and a bunch of shit that went on at some point in the distant past. I was recently engaged in a topical dialogue about how  the women in some action movies who are supposedly trained and competent…

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Risks and ambition and how being a mother doesn’t negate my right to my dreams.

I’d like to talk about risk.  And I’m mostly doing this without statistics, or rather because there is such a flood of statistics thrown around in topics related to childhood, health, safety, and so on, I don’t want to rely on one source and so I’m not going to lean on any in particular.  So…

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