No Kidding in NZ

I’ve had a number of post topic in my drafts file (which is ridiculously large, so I’m trying to whittle it down) for years. I do this regul...

This is going to be a little self-indulgent boohoo post. I don't post these often, because I don't need to these days. But even thou...

Life has been pretty hectic here, and the last couple of weeks I've neglected both my No Kidding and A Separate Life blogs, even to the ...

I read a beautiful poem the other day. What struck me was the first 25% of this long, but compelling poem, Hymn by Sherman Alexie . The fir...

I’m enjoying having our twin nieces and their parents in town for the first time in over eight years (see my post Scattered Families on A ...

Saying “it gets better” may at times feel meaningless to a grieving childless person, because it is so vague, not specifying how, or when, ...

Last night, I opened up Facebook, and saw photos of my friend’s sons, as her eldest headed off for his first day at high school. He is the ...

I have a blogging friend who is a fantastic teacher. I wish I'd had a teacher like her. Her students adore her, know that she listens t...

One of the things I miss about not having children is not having activities to support, sports to watch and cheer from the sidelines, m...

So I emailed in to the radio station after my previous post .  The host, to be fair, responded quickly to my email, qualifying his comment. ...

Mel asked the question: Is society really babyobsessed?   Initially I was surprised she asked this. Of course it is!  But then I thought ...