Author Archives: Grin & Tonic by Alana Kirk
Happy birthday to me
Today is my birthday… I’m going to focus on being 42 years young….. the alternative is too depressing. It started well – three singing children and a basket full of presents…. Not sure what it says about me that I … Continue reading
what is it about children?
What is it about children that every morning we have to get up for school, they sleep so deeply we have to wake them at 7am……. but when there is no school – on half-term, or weekends they wake up … Continue reading
and then there are days like this…..
and moments like this… and the world feels like its mine, and I’m happy with my place in it. Children can torture you, and love you to death all at the same time. They make you human and animal. They … Continue reading
the downs and downs parenting
There’s meant to be an ‘up’ in that phrase but i’m finding it hard to find the up these days. It seems to be downshill all the way at the moment. Depression is a bit like a coldsore. It’s there … Continue reading
My life is a Rod Stewart song….
And so the dreaded day arrived. I knew it would – it’s par for the course in parenting, right? But secretly (arrogantly? hopefully? smugly?) as one by one of my friends fell, wounded by the wicked words of innocent anger, … Continue reading
Childhood dreams
Look at it….. in all its glory. Daisy has been having a hard time of late – you know, the world of a six year old can be hard to navigate at times. And, if truth be told, I’ve found … Continue reading
Coming clean and getting dirty…
I can see from the long lost date of my last blog that the effects of my trip are still working! In fact, I’ve become so laid back this last while, my horribly kitsh, beautifuly snuggly purple cheneille dressing gown … Continue reading
Look away children…… part two
I’m back….. I’ve actually been back a while just in case my longer-than-normal absence led some of you to think I’d decided to stay in New York. I’m afraid nothing so dramatic.I arrived home at 6am Monday morning having had … Continue reading
Look away, children….
In future years, if my children ever fancy a glance at their childhood, or want an insight into the sometimes mad woman who brought them up, they might read back over these blogs. That’s partly why I started writing them … Continue reading
Letters of Love
This weekend, when I went up to Belfast to look after my mum, my dad had left a big box in my room. I looked inside, and found my life story. The smell of age and nostalgia mingled with tissue … Continue reading