My name is Hubby and I come with an instruction manual
Note: Please read my manual thoroughly before getting to know me. You will really save yourself a lot of time and possible heartache. Safety Precautions I have not been tested (except by my wife and...
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Bad/good
'Jesse' in Breaking Bad. Photo courtesy of AMC I have a habit. I’m hooked. It’s seeping into my life, turning my daily routine on its head, making me forgo, forget, and sometimes not care. It’s weak of...
View ArticleBeautiful mind
My son Munchkin’s new reading material is entitled ‘Science and Technology’. His super-duper brain is growing a little fast for me. I try and push Dr Seuss’s Go Dog Go! (a syntactical delight, if ever...
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“Dear Tucson…”
The lovely Rachel Miller, who runs a rather sweet blog here called Love Letters to Tucson, asked me to submit an entry: my own letter to my favorite city. I was honored. And the icing on the cake was...
View ArticleHi, my name is Gillian and I’m a slacker ‘mom’
Another day, another 6-year-old birthday party. It seems to be the season for them. And while Munchkin and pals charged around Peter Piper Pizza as kindergartner boys are wont to do, I and a few of the...
View ArticleIt’s time for a hiatus
Oh Gosh, huge apologies to the the six of you who regularly read this… Sorry I’ve been out of it for so long. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I launched a new magazine with a view to writing more...
View ArticleFacebook: the new Hallmark
I love Facebook, but it is weighing me down in a parental and a familial way. Making me feel bad for not being all grinning and perfect and nuclear family-like, with its photos: the mum, the dad, the...
View ArticleIn sickness and in… bye, I’m outta here
The blog knew. I swear it did. The minute I decided to resurrect it, whatever higher power, force, blogosphere God there is (Blod, perhaps?) looking down on all things blog-like decided that things...
View ArticleTime to mourn, and to hug your kids
I was going to complain, to wax lyrical about the PC-ness of American Christmas. I was going to try and get a few laughs by titling it ‘The ‘C’ word’, ‘C’ standing for Christmas, the word everybody in...
View ArticleTwas the night before Munchkin’s birthday
Twas the night before Munchkin’s birthday And all over the house Not a creature was stirring Except for me, who was screaming, “****!!!!!” I had committed the ultimate motherly sin and forgotten to buy...
View Article2013 just sounds weird
I’m sorry, but it does. Way too futuristic for my liking. And when I think that kids born in 2000 will turn into teenagers this year, well, that just makes it weirder. At the age of 45 and a half, I...
View ArticlePsycho kiddos, qu’est-ce que c’est?*
* With profuse apologies to Talking Heads for bastardizing rather a good song title. They were horrible today, my kids. It was as if they’d planned it. Her: “Tell you what, I’ll be the evil one in the...
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If that was Mother’s Day, you can keep it
It seemed fitting that I resurrect the blog (neglected for several months now) on Mother’s Day. I had high hopes. I would catch readers up on the kiddos turning six and 12 (yikes!), me making a job...
View ArticleChanges afoot
“You’re no fun,” says Munchkin, tears in his eyes. And while it’s not news to me, this time, man, it hits a nerve. I’m at my office computer, glued to the very same screen I’m glued to now. He has...
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The ‘f’ word
Jes Baker – blogger, body positive activist, all-round inspiring lady. For once, I’m referring not to the f*** word, but to ‘fat’. For today, home is a three-letter word. This is kind of difficult...
View ArticleBurn your bras (or get them wet, at least)
It’s difficult to describe triple-digit desert heat to someone who has not experienced it. So for those who are not joining me in the craziness that is summer in Tucson, Arizona, here are some...
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I am Gwyneth
Oh yah. It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for a long time: make kale ‘chips’. But too often I buy the kale in a fit of healthy, verging-on-macrobiotic excitement, then by the time I get home...
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Teenage kicks
O me miserum*. It was a phrase bandied about so often in the passages of Latin we studied at school (made me feel the Romans were a right dour lot). And it’s one I sometimes feel compelled to stamp...
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Dear Gran…
Dear Gran, Wow, look at you! You were a beauty. I used to stare at this picture painting of you as a kid. It hung on my Great Gran’s (your mum’s) wall, in an oval glass frame, etched along the edges,...
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