When I was fourteen, I knew where my life was going. I was going to University, and then either to law or med school. I was never going to have kids. I’d discovered the magic that was a~ha, and … Continue reading
I’ll never forget the elderly lady on the bus. My then two-year old was pitching a tantrum. She leaned over, and with a smirk said, “Don’t worry, Dear. One day he’ll be a teenager.” Thanks. At that moment, throwing myself … Continue reading
Every now and then, I get to torment the teen…and life is good. See, Diva, as teen girls often do, has discovered the joys of chatting on the phone. … Continue reading
My Diva is evil. It’s time I faced facts. There I was, innocently sitting outside, enjoying the summer evening, when she appeared.
The long weekend is over, and life now resumes its normal chaos. … Continue reading