I believe that, as mothers, it is our job to educate our sons when it comes to matters of periods. After all, they are the ones who will have to deal with menstruating girlfriends and wives further down the line, and maybe, just maybe, if they knew the real truth about what periods are like, … Continue reading Periods are Bloody Horrible!
In my work as a freelance writer, I have to do a lot of research – I would say 75% of my time is spent researching and only 25% is spent writing. Now, I try not to get involved in politics, and for good reason. Yesterday I did become involved in an online conversation … Continue reading For the sake of humanity
"I spent the morning preparing – long soak in the bath, legs shaved, bikini line trimmed and a quick tidy up elsewhere. I even shaved my underarms, although I had no idea why. Maybe I would be grabbing hold of the head of the bed to steady myself? Who knows? Then I had the dilemma of … Continue reading Too Close For Comfort
Usually, my articles on Suburban Misfit Mom are tongue-in-cheek, but World Cancer Day seemed the perfect opportunity to remember the man who gave me my love of books, of libraries, and of the world. My Dad. Read the full article here. "Saturday was World Cancer Day. Cancer. C for Cancer. C is for Cruel and Callous, for Crummy, … Continue reading Dad
There have been a lot of posts recently about how telling children that Father Christmas is real is damaging them. How we are teaching our children not to trust us. How they will lose faith in us as parents if we perpetuate the myth. Well...I would dare anyone to watch this video and … Continue reading I am Glad I Lied to my Children
This getting older lark can be a pain in the bum. Literally. Next week I am 48, although most days I still think I am 21, at least in my head. But today I feel more like 100. I have arthritis, which is a sucky condition for anyone to have, but when it hits a … Continue reading Feeling My Age, and Then Some
I love Christmas. It has always been my favourite time of year. My oldest daughter and my son are only two years apart, so Christmas was always a magical time with double the fun, double the excitement. My youngest daughter was born with a bigger age gap, so once my older two stopped believing, they … Continue reading Flying the (Robin’s) Nest