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Dear Tom from last May. You're currently standing on the patio in your dressing gown, holding a lukewarm mug of instant coffee while watching Maya and Lily enthusiastically poke at a pulsating lump of grey fluff on the lawn, so...

I was on my hands and knees, using a blunt butter knife to scrape a disturbing amount of smashed avocado out of the grooves of our Victorian skirting board, when I realised the greatest lie of modern parenting. The lie...

"Put the potato down, Florence," I said, barely glancing up from my lukewarm cup of tea. We were two weeks into our summer holiday visiting my wife’s parents in upstate New York, and my primary goal for the afternoon was...

I'm standing in aisle nine at the grocery store, holding a wailing 18-month-old on my left hip while aggressively squinting at the microscopic font on the back of a lotion bottle. The cart wheel is squeaking, my back is sweating,...