Month: August 2014

Of birds, bees and…condoms

We have always been truthful with Miss Dee.  Of course we phrase things at whatever level she is at and avoid difficult and technical words, but we are not great believers of euphemisms.  The way some people speak to kids reminds me of Monty Python’s the parrot sketch.  As the shopkeeper and his customer argue…

It ain’t about the Cha-Ching

About a year ago I realised my DH was giving money to then 12 years old Miss Dee.  Apart from the fact I hadn’t known he was doing it (what happened to shared parenting decisions?) I was fine with that.  I mean, a few dollars a week, that was OK… until I found out it…

We won’t let them win

About three years ago, Miss Dee was attending a new Primary school.  Initially things seemed to be going OK: She’d made some friends and was doing well academically.  It all started with Miss Dee coming home with some small bruises. “What happened?”  I asked. “Nothing much, Mum. Just an accident.” Next, Miss Dee started feeling…

But what will they think?

About twelve months ago I took up painting.  I work in a very logical corporate role and I am always trying to find creative outlets. It turns out I am a bit of a natural at it (or so I am told).  Anyway, I started putting paintings up on the walls (the ones that worked…