A lifestyle blog
Dear Frankie, Being adopted by a single Mum doesn’t mean that you will automatically grow up and become a single adopter like me. Being raised by a single Mum who fell in love with another kind, caring and committed woman doesn’t automatically mean you will do the same. I didn’t choose to be gay Frankie …
Nov 17th… ‘Shopping for Lesbian Biscuits.’ ‘Mum, have you noticed that I favour plaid.’ ‘What’s PLAD?’ She crunched. ‘Is it another one of your new terms?’ ‘No Mum, plaid, you know, flasks, lumberjacks, highland toffee, cowgirls, picnic blankets.’ I think it’s fascinating that so many lesbians are drawn to a checked shirt, myself included. There …
‘Do you know where you’ll find the most lesbians in one place Mum?’ I asked. ‘Where love?’ She crunched. ‘In the Gay Village?’ ‘No, The Lake District.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Absolutely, Windermere is heaving with lesbians. Kendal’s a bit quieter but Keswick is practically a convention.’ ‘Is it?’ She slurped. ‘I wonder why?’ ‘It’s obvious, lesbians love …
Yo Mum, ‘Yo?’ I’m trying to be cool and down with the kids. I found this picture of you here at the start of the swinging sixties, you’re 19, clearly a hot chick and rocking your beehive. ‘I don’t know about that Love.’ How did a cool Mum manage to pop out a nerdy geek …
Hi Mum, ‘Hiya Queen.’ I’m just sitting here, staring at the all the Christmas decs and wondering when I’ll find the motivation to take them down. ‘You’re funny you.’ I did get off the settee at one point and make my way over to the mantelpiece to make a start on the Christmas cards but …
Today I’m reminiscing about the New York cuisine. Where do I start? Number 3. DELI v DINER. You can dine in or out up or downtown, the choice is yours and what choice there is. One of my favourite things about NYC is the fact it’s a marvellous melting pot, a foodie fondue of multi …
‘Birds Can Fly, Birds Can Fly.’ The language I use in my story telling has been tried and tested throughout my career. A puzzling look on a child’s face has taught me about disconnection. It’s like modern technology buffering until it’s computed the information I wish to share. Defiance, meltdowns and tantrums have taught me …
Dear Frankie, Here you are in thick snow in the Cotswolds. You were 2 years old in this picture, look at your little body, all snug in your winter warmers. I’d booked a holiday home for us to hang out together in for a week. Just ‘me and us.’ We had so much snow falling …
Happy New Year Mum! ‘Happy New Year Queen.’ Or should I say ‘Happy 77 Years In Total?’ You smashed them all from 1943 to 2021, and I was so fortunate to be there with you for the ride of your life Mum, well for a big chunk of that time. How lucky was I? ‘I …
Mum and I got onto the topic of food again. ‘How do you mean, ‘lesbian cuisine?’ She slurped. ‘I don’t know love….what do you think lesbians like to eat?’ ‘Well these are definitely lesbian biscuits for a start Mum.’ ‘Don’t be daft, here do you want a plate?’ She nudged, dusting the crumbs heavy handedly …