Is it too much to ask, to not have to fight?

**WARNING IMAGINATION REQUIRED** Imagine me in a Miss World competition. Obviously to do this, you’d have to believe I’ve abandoned any feminist ideals, grown a foot, enhanced my breasts and shrunk my waist. But, bear with me… Should I ever be a contestant on Miss World and the MC asks me what would be my one wish, it probably wouldn’t be ‘World peace’ or ‘Eradicate hunger’. I would… Read more →

Medications Top 10 advantages

I’m not a Supermum…and that’s ok.

For about three seconds in 2005 (the year I became a mum) I thought I could be a SuperMum. It didn’t last long. Unfortunately, I spent a few years trying to pretend to be a Supermum. Every morning I donned my Lycra suit and tried to trick everyone into thinking I’m Superman. Having a son with severe disabilities meant my to-do list was… Read more →

Living on the Edge: My life as a parent

Is it just me? Or does anyone else feel like they are desperately trying to keep their house in order whilst stopping themselves from falling over the edge? I’ve always enjoyed living life a little on the edge. I love travelling and feeling like the foreigner. I’ve even been known to eat something that is a day or two over its… Read more →

5 little things that make a Big Difference

Little things can make a difference. I’ve always thought this was right but recently it’s truth has seeped a little deeper. When I worked as a  nurse in A&E, I knew that even in the middle of emergency procedures, how I treated the patient and family would be remembered. As a parent standing over my fitting son while the doctors fought to stop… Read more →

12 Days of Christmas (parody for complex families )

Shakin Stevens and Slade are unashamedly blasting out from music systems around the country. The usual suspects have decked their homes with enough lights to be seen from space.  ‘Miracle of 34th Street’ and ‘It’s a wonderful life’ are scheduled several times over the next couple of weeks. Simple Stuff works have made a goat looking ‘Sian Angel’ and it’s far… Read more →

Don't call me Mum

Don’t call me Mum Campaign

Only a few people in this world call me Mum, and to everyone else I ask, “Please don’t call me mum.” I have a few pet hates. They include; Hardened weetabix that needs a chisel to remove Finding my laundry mottled with disintegrated tissue Someone parking so close to my wheelchair adapted car that I can’t get the ramp down… Read more →


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