I’m crap at multitasking and so are you

Women are crap at multitasking. Whatever you think you know about the superiority of the female race and our innate ability to perform more than one task at once is, quite frankly, a debilitating myth. Don’t get me wrong, men are utterly crap at multitasking too. All human beings are.* But it’s us women who…

Confessions of a houseplant virgin

Yesterday I bought my FIRST EVER houseplants. Here they are: three string of hearts and an ivy, having a drink in the kitchen before finding homes in amongst the clutter of our house. My husband’s first words (which I had already second-guessed) were: “Let’s see how long they take to die.” And it’s a fair…

Who’s your fictional doppelganger?

It turns out that Clarice Bean’s mum and I were separated at birth. Spiritually, at least. If you don't know who Clarice Bean is, she's the hero of a series of picture books by Lauren Child (of Charlie and Lola fame). We’re not exactly indistinguishable in the looks department, Clarice Bean's mum and me. But…

Why I posted #MeToo and what it taught me

I posted #MeToo on Facebook this Monday. Along with nearly 8 million other women who used the hashtag to remember suffering sexual assault and/or harassment. I didn’t give any details. I didn’t feel the need to then. And I wasn’t in the least bit surprised when I saw fellow female Facebookers post the same status.…

How tickling can teach your toddlers about sexual consent.

It’s International Day of the Girl. Hoorah! Wait. What does that mean? Well, it’s something the UN started five years ago: “The day aims to highlight and address the needs and challenges girls face, while promoting girls' empowerment and the fulfillment of their human rights.” (Admittedly I hadn’t heard of it until I started seeing…

Is it possible to be a good mother and be creative?

This is a rare moment. I have the house to myself. I have no overdue work nagging at me. Sure there’s housework to do, but when isn’t there? I have some time. I feel like writing. And I have about fifty precious minutes to do it in. But where’s that precious nugget of inspiration? I…