Self portrait of the artist - aged nine and a half
This was all I needed to put into my journal on the day. When my son came home from his childminder, and showed me this,...
This was all I needed to put into my journal on the day. When my son came home from his childminder, and showed me this,...
It’s good to put down your mobile phone Lawrie. As I write this the iPhone is king, a smartphone. You’ll probably have something that I...
As we careered down the clay and gravel path, my son took both feet off the pedals and stuck his legs out sideways. I whipped...
At 8pm, the snow started. Thick white flakes began to tumble out of the night sky, leaving meteor trails in the streetlight. You noticed the...
Next time you’re planning to buy groceries, can I suggest that instead of tapping them into your phone, maybe using a list app, that you...
Have you ever seen a frog in a pint glass? The water was cold and I'd removed a few leaves and bits of grass from...
This image pretty much sums up everything that I am thankful for in my life. I don't need much. Neither do you.
How to be a good parent, in two easy Post-it notes. As I looked up from my work, I caught you writing on the wall....
It’s at around the 2 mile mark when I’m aware that I’m not thinking about what I’m doing anymore. It’s the Buzzard that flies overhead,...
This is a response to Gwen Bell's recent FOR Kid-Free Living post. You might want to read it first and then come back here to...