Dear White Parents, White Family, White Friends, White Influencers, White Strangers, Me…

We are currently witnessing a global focus on another utterly tragic loss of life of a Black man whilst being detained by a White police officer. Of course, I refer to George Floyd. Sadly, there are many more deaths of Black and Brown people at the hands of law enforcement that came before him and…

To share or not to share, that is the question? Parent blogging and child safety on-line

I knew I wanted to blog for a long time. I enjoy writing and I find it therapeutic. I also knew that I wanted to focus my writing on my experiences of motherhood in all its shades of good, bad and grey. 100% though, this focus topic lands me square in the realm of the…

Instagram v Tattle in the world of the ‘mummy blogger’

We have curtains in our home for a reason (or make that Plantation shutters if you truly consider yourself a fully-fledged Instahun 😉). A means of shutting out the world, at our choosing, when we wish for privacy. I think we'd all agree that it's good for the soul. Essential for sanity. Perfectly normal. Imagine,…

Out and about in Kent; a visit to the Hop Shop at Castle Farm

We first visited the Hop Shop at Castle Farm in July when its fields were awash with purple bloom and the scent of lavender laced the air. It was a little part of Kent I had wanted to visit for some time as I had visions of my daughter and I skipping through a violet haze…

Single Mother Stigma

This evening as I scrolled mindlessly through my personal Facebook account I read a post by a fellow single parent I know. She was tired from working full time and raising her kiddies, and obviously something had triggered her. So she posted about it. A blurty, raw post seemingly born from frustration and anger towards…

When diverse parenting lacks diversity (Camp Bestival: are you listening?)

I can be a bit vocal in my opinions in real life. Admittedly, not yet on the blog. Hold my beer... Camp Bestival. Never been. Why? Well, I can't afford it, essentially. OK, I'm not pleading poverty here (having just come back from Center Parcs that would be an ignorant call) however as a single…

Disney Frozen Party Fever!

Age 5 and my daughter had expressly narrowed down her princess of choice to Elsa. Or Anna. Just anything Frozen really. Except Kristoff. Like any self-respecting mother and child of that time we overdosed on it until no more could be taken, and we had to well and truly Let it Go. However, before the…