by matildaleyser | Jan 22, 2024 | Mothers who Make, To the Heart
I feel exhausted. Even-more-than-usual exhausted. Whoever knew that staying at home could be so incredibly tiring. We have our daily outings – mainly to the golf course, which is the nearest green we have. The other evening, when we had finally made it out the house,...
by matildaleyser | Jan 22, 2024 | In the World, Mothers who Make
There’s only one parenting book, I believe, anyone truly need read. It’s very short, and it’s got pictures: Zagazoo by Quentin Blake. (There’s been a recent animated version of it on TV – the book, I think, is better.) I reckon you probably don’t...
by matildaleyser | Dec 21, 2023 | In the World, To the Heart
‘Carol’ from the French, circa 1300: ‘to dance in a ring.’ I am sitting in the car, notebook up against the steering wheel. I have spent hours like this, these last months, in service stations, or the car parks of supermarkets, hotels, inns. Because I have an...
by matildaleyser | Nov 13, 2023 | In the World
Shit. I didn’t get picked. No invite to the ball. Which means, I must take my own advice from last month. And pick myself. Again. This is the reluctant sequel to last month’s blog. Of course, part of me wishes I’d got picked –...
by matildaleyser | Oct 26, 2023 | On Writing
I am standing in a field, outside a large marquee at a literary festival. I am on in fifteen minutes. The event going on in the marquee right now is an award ceremony: the Primadonna prize 2023 – the lucky winner will get money and representation from a top...
