The sound of life
I get to work and look in the mirror properly for the first time that morning. Next to my eyes is yellow, globular evidence of oversight. With a fingertip, I wipe away the sleep. * At 6.07am Tuesday morning, my personal trainer points at my nose. “You… you’ve got a little something there. Not sure…
Prima donna, first lady of the stage
Keira has been performing in her first ever school play this week. This is the same girl who point-blank refused to have anything to do with the farewell concert at preschool last year. Of course, when I say ‘performing’ I really mean ‘singing as part of a group with her classmates’. Nevertheless, it is all very exciting…
Further to yesterday: and if anyone has a go at you for “just” mummy-blogging, personal-blogging etc…
…just remember Robert McKee’s words: Let’s say that this morning our storyteller tells her friends the story of “How I Put My Kids on the School Bus.” Like Coleridge’s Ancient Mariner, she hooks everyone’s attention. She draws them into her spell, holding them slack-jawed over their coffee cups. She spins her tale, building them up,…
