Twenty Years

It is completely safe to say that twenty years ago (today) we had no idea (none, whatsoever) of what we were getting ourselves into. Four children, two moves—London and back, from one house to another, crossing the big divide of our main drag Elm...

Idleness

Three disparate things on a Wednesday vie for space in my overcrowded and overtired mind: I don’t love to be cold. Mornings have begun to feel cold. I wish I could slow things down in a way you’re not allowed to do. My fantasy yesterday went like this:...

The Art of the Muddle

Last week, I missed loads of things that matter, because I was busy with other things that matter (mostly, I’d describe last week as busy with an other thing that mattered: triage of the one parent with four kids while the dear husband and co-parent was out of...