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Portraits of me…by my 4 year-old

My preschooler loves my camera. Together we take photos of birds and seascapes and from the tops of mountains when we’re on holiday. But usually my place is behind the camera, with him (and his sister) in the frame. Last Christmas, a very thoughtful friend gave me a journal to keep a record of the…

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New Year, Same Old. Hopefully Not.

As an old year departs and a new year is upon us (and as I eerily start to sound like the Queen as I read this back to myself), I guess it seems like a good idea – after too many coffees, too late at night – to make some kind of new year’s resolutions.…

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To the woman who said I’d ruined her quiet coffee with a friend today

I would like to start by saying ‘fuck you’. But I’m a nice person, and I think it’s about more than that really, so I won’t. So you decided to tell me that my children’s noise and upset and my shit parenting ruined the quiet coffee you were having with your friend. Thanks for that,…

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Getting my body back. It’s not what you think.

I looked in the mirror this morning and as well as looking exhausted and grumpy I also just look so much fucking older than I feel like I “should”. I never wanted to say that out loud, much less write it out loud (and ultimately commit it to social media). But here I am, being…

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