Category Archives: CHILDREN AND PARENTS

OH HENRY

-Henry, it’s time to go bed. -No! I don’t wanna go to bed! -Come on sweetie, it’s late already. I’ll tuck you in. -I said I don’t wanna go to bed! Why do you always make me do things I

OH HENRY

-Henry, it’s time to go bed. -No! I don’t wanna go to bed! -Come on sweetie, it’s late already. I’ll tuck you in. -I said I don’t wanna go to bed! Why do you always make me do things I

AN UNIMAGINATIVE CHILD

Story-telling is not just for bedtime. Some mornings, I wake up earlier than necessary and can’t fall back to sleep. I cuddle up to the sleeping Golden Boy, and begin telling him a story about my childhood, and this is

AN UNIMAGINATIVE CHILD

Story-telling is not just for bedtime. Some mornings, I wake up earlier than necessary and can’t fall back to sleep. I cuddle up to the sleeping Golden Boy, and begin telling him a story about my childhood, and this is

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

It was around 3. We were driving home after a visit to Winners- boots were needed urgently. The Princess had chosen beautiful dark brown laced up boots, slim in the front, sturdy at the back. By complete coincidence, they were

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

It was around 3. We were driving home after a visit to Winners- boots were needed urgently. The Princess had chosen beautiful dark brown laced up boots, slim in the front, sturdy at the back. By complete coincidence, they were

STELLA! STELLA!

The Princess had had an amazing summer. Iran, Italy. Sometimes with mother’s family, aunts and uncles, sometimes with father’s, more aunts and cousins. Beautiful food: juicy rich kebabs from traditional kebab houses in Tehran, lovingly prepared authentic khureshes and polos

STELLA! STELLA!

The Princess had had an amazing summer. Iran, Italy. Sometimes with mother’s family, aunts and uncles, sometimes with father’s, more aunts and cousins. Beautiful food: juicy rich kebabs from traditional kebab houses in Tehran, lovingly prepared authentic khureshes and polos

SEAL

The first day, the Caspian sea was like “a swimming pool”, as my mother constantly remarked; a silvery light blue, ruffled gently by baby waves. “These are boring” we cried, and we hated the little darting fish and the floating

SEAL

The first day, the Caspian sea was like “a swimming pool”, as my mother constantly remarked; a silvery light blue, ruffled gently by baby waves. “These are boring” we cried, and we hated the little darting fish and the floating

A NEW STORY

I have shared my disastrous attempts at telling stories to the Golden Boy, the genocidal horror of Noah’s Ark, the maternal violence of the Sugar-Cube Goaty-Goat have been documented for posterity. But now I have triumphed. Maybe a little late-

A NEW STORY

I have shared my disastrous attempts at telling stories to the Golden Boy, the genocidal horror of Noah’s Ark, the maternal violence of the Sugar-Cube Goaty-Goat have been documented for posterity. But now I have triumphed. Maybe a little late-

BEEF, CHICKEN, HERO

9:00 am The deep heavy stoneware crockpot is full of the mushed vegetable detritus of last night’s roast beef supper. The tall glass blender is unwashed. I slip on yellow rubber gloves, and wash the blender, poking the sponge around

BEEF, CHICKEN, HERO

9:00 am The deep heavy stoneware crockpot is full of the mushed vegetable detritus of last night’s roast beef supper. The tall glass blender is unwashed. I slip on yellow rubber gloves, and wash the blender, poking the sponge around