I am in love with London. Of course from a distance. Still, that’s ok. Not everything can be perfect. I’ve had a long, estranged view of this city. London started off as a place I never wanted to live in. Flying into the city almost … Continue reading What a City
There’s been some work done in our house looking at this dynamic. Parent and child. Yep, Jack’s therapist has got involved again. But this time she’s been dealing with the whole family. Lulu came home last week with a scrawled up piece of paper. No … Continue reading The Parent and the Child
It’s always great to see my family. For about two hours. Then my mother says, ‘So you didn’t bring Delphine any proper clothes to wear?’ ‘What do you mean? I brought the trolley suitcase.’ ‘You didn’t put any jumpers in it?’ ‘No,’ I say, ‘I … Continue reading Making It Work
It’s always a shift of perspective leaving our home in Wales. Yesterday, after history class, Delphine and I got on the train to London. This is the monthly dance company commute, the first one of the the year. Go Candoco! This means driving a minute-and-a-half … Continue reading Sliding Tracks
I’ve been inspired by Delph’s new method of dictation. We changed the way she tackles homework. Like I said in my last blog about being old-school and making her letter crunch each word – this is just getting old. I find myself straining on her … Continue reading Dictation-ship
‘People of colour are magical and mystical and powerful and beautiful and spiritual and strong and excellent at what they do. There’s just so much power and talent… The black experience is a powerful one, and I can see why that would be intimidating (for … Continue reading Going with the Flow
Some diary sessions are longer than others, but the length has more to do with my mood than with what’s been going on. I met Gene Hackman once and wrote three hundred words about it. Six weeks later I watched a centipede attack and kill … Continue reading Monday is Maths
