The Story Thief

My six-year-old daughter made up a story for me before going to bed tonight. Here it is, as close to her exact words as I can remember: The Story Thief [NB – not to be confused with Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief – although possibly just as riveting.] Once upon a time, before the dinosaurs […]

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Gender Matters Matter

I dug this poem out today – I must have written it when I was around 9 or 10. What a laugh. I’ll admit, along with some subtle editing, I’ve made one significant change today – Elly has changed from a boy to a girl elephant (and without the complicated surgery.) Recently I read an opinion piece […]

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The Stories Within Us

I had a most illuminating discussion with my daughter at the dinner table last night. We were talking about reading and stories (as we often do), and Miss B. said to me matter-of-factly: “I have all sorts of stories inside me Mummy, so when I’m alone I can take them out and read them.” I was […]

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The Duck Huggle

OMG, my daughter (Miss B.) has beaten me to it. She’s written a book. And it’s good. Gripping, even. She disappeared to her writing corner the other day with paper, a pen and a determined look. More than an hour later she emerged, ink stains on her fingers and that slightly wild look on her face that […]

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