No Kidding in NZ

I remember when I had my ectopic pregnancies that I could talk about the "mechanics" of the situation - scans, what an interstiti...

 Well, I blithely wrote about The Freedom of Caring Less last week. But here's a confession. Sometimes I am much better at putting myse...

I think I'm the classic middle child; always the peacemaker, the diplomat, the one who thinks about everyone else but not always myself,...

I recently took part in a social media discussion about meeting up with an old friend when we're childless. A poster was nervous - since...

Hi everyone! I'm sorry I have been away for so long. But I want to say Happy New Year, and send very my best wishes for 2026, whatever i...

 I was reading something by Rebecca Solnit on social media the other day.  (She wrote " Men Explain Things to Me .") Whilst she wa...

This week, on Wednesday, in fact, my little blog turns fifteen years old. Fifteen years ago, I found I needed an outlet for thoughts about n...

Loribeth's post here , about a dream prompting questions about  where she belongs , got me thinking. As she rightly said, many childless...

I'm a member of a social media group called "Childless Perks." This is not a group for the always childfree, but for those of ...

Over the last month, my husband and I have had three separate groups of visitors. Two crossed over with each other so we could have family d...

Does caring count if you never show that you care?  People who find it difficult to support others – “I don’t want to say the wrong thin...

Do you remember the days when your entire beings were consumed by their infertility, your quests to become parents, or your grief knowing th...

I've been thinking about how we support each other recently. Not only because I have been in need of support this year, but also because...

 Wow, I didn't realise it had been well over a month since I had posted. How easy it is to slip out of a habit! Mel's latest Roundup...