#mothers – The Dragonfly Jar

Since my foray into the world of ultra marathon running (surely I mentioned this to you? Full disclosure can be found in my back catalogue) and a spectacular running fall brought about by tiredness and inappropriate foot wear for mud, I have spent the following weeks recovering and predicting that I may have the potential…

Back up

Since last Sunday, I have been admitting to myself that I have only one more year in which to use my ‘fifty-something’ tag-line on this blog. On my birthday, I wake up to snow – I read this as a metaphorical warning – and decide to make the most of things for another 12 months…

Here I go again

It has only taken me 18 tears of teaching to crack a school holiday without burnout. No doubt, my sharing of this newsflash will cause my non-teaching readers to log out muttering, ‘cry me that river, teacher’. I came to teaching late in life and did not adapt well to enforced ‘free time’. This is…

A January Stretch

I am keen to see the back of January for it has stretched itself out, outstayed its welcome and I am totally done with it. All my usual coping strategies have been flexed and toned to their limit. Because I am still standing, these tweaks must have worked to some extent, however I sense I…