infantasia

I miss blogging. And yet, each time I think of doing it, I am struck with the intense awareness of not knowing how to write . I know how ...

For literally years, I procrastinated filling in the form for the carer's allowance grant that's available to people with children ...

I just had my mind blown a little bit. By the tweet of a lovely intelligent, educated, cultured woman on twitter who has a great marriage a...

Little things my son does still melt my heart. Today in the stupidly-expensive, pretty things shop he admired an old fashioned dial phone...

I was just slicing a tomato, and started to  cry because I remembered the bit in Harriet the Spy where everything goes wrong and the kids i...

I have something sweet and fragrant on my fingers, I'm not sure what it is or where it might come from (other than the possibility of m...

I'm procastinating so deeply and for such duration that I've reached a whole new dimension of paralysis. I'm wasting my summer ...

I fumble to write. I've been driving round, thinking of things I'd like to say here, and yet never quite making it to the page none...

She's out of practice (she showed me a far better one from some time ago). I know this is just a study of her own sweet hand, but ...

My daughter has been an artist since she was very small, and she and her dad would paint in the mornings while I was at work. She would emb...