A Questionable Method

One slightly irreverent mother talks about health, wellbeing, and parenting teenagers when people still think she is one.

Wax on Wax off.

Content warning - (P.S How much do the words 'content warning' make you want to read a post even more) OK, so this post contains words such as vagina, vulva, and feminism. If any of those words offend you, consider... Continue Reading →

Two girls walk into a pub 

I am committing sleep hygiene crime here. I'm writing this post on my phone, lying on my side, illuminated only by the auto brightness setting. I should've just had the warm milk... I may as well write this post in... Continue Reading →

Silent night.

I usually write a post about Christmas at this time. It's usually not really about the joy and the gratitude, but rather the stress and the hostility. But I'm not going to do that this year. This year is going... Continue Reading →

Clean up in Aisle 3.

Apologies for the two week halt on posts.. it happens. I have considered writing a blog-a-day. Then I realised the daily immortalizing of my often non-eventful, non adventures may bore some readers to tears, so weekly-slash-fortnightly is as good as... Continue Reading →

I’ll pass on the Orange Shake thanks.

Holy mother of all things orange and raging. This has been the worst week since that time I won the  Canterbury Regional Athletic Sports for High Jump (first letters capitalised because that's how exciting it was when I was 11), then... Continue Reading →

99 bottles of beer on the wall….

One evening after dinner, but before all the kids were down for the night, James and I had a beer. Okay, a bourbon and coke. Okay two. We sat there, and smiled at each other. James looked at his drink,... Continue Reading →

No really, I’m totally qualified..

Well that was a Debbie Downer. Let's be honest though, I knew it would say this. I'm pretty sure I've talked about impostor syndrome in an earlier post but I can't be bothered doing that thing where I look through... Continue Reading →

Boys Will Be Boys

Although my posts are usually written in a humorous vein, it is near impossible to do so for this post. I hate the words "trigger warning" however this is a post about sensitive subjects: Sexual assault, the navigation of feminine body,... Continue Reading →

How to adult (and other fantasies)

All I wanted to be when I was young was a grown-up. It looked like they were having a fundamentally better time. Despite proving myself academically in my latter years, high school and I never had much of a romantic... Continue Reading →

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