A toddler is a miracle. A hurricane of synaptic activity. A tropical bud blossoming in minutes. The centre of gravity of any room. I know the idea of things growing ‘exponentially’ is often misused (from the perspective of a mathematician), but I think it might apply to the learning that happens as babies become toddlers. […]
Nicholas said to me in 2005, using his sharply-tuned crap-o-meter, that saying ‘I don’t have time for that’ is, consciously or otherwise, code for ‘I don’t want to do it.’ I’ve been hyperaware of the phrase ever since. I think I’d just told him I didn’t have time for getting back into yoga. Oops. Clearly, […]
Hip, hip, hurray for funny feminism. These satirical reviews of Bic’s new pink pen ‘for Her’ are the laughingest thing I’ve read so far this year. I think I’m too earnest, a lot of the time. Not to say self-righteous… Funny is better than scoldy, right? I care about things, though. When I was thirteen […]