‘He’s just a human being’ I say to myself as I read Justin Timberlake’s Instagram post apologising for “when he spoke out of turn or did not speak up for what was right’.

I remind myself he’s human not because I feel sorry for him and not because I don’t think he should apologise for the way he behaved to anyone he hurt in that past. But I remind myself he is human because I see the comments and the vitriol and I don’t want to add to it. …


It surprised me to discover that “mommy blogs” are only around 20 years old. Ironically they’ve been around the same length of time I’ve been a mother.

Before the rise of social media and mommy blogging, parenting was less of a verb, more of a noun. Kathryn Jezer-Morton writes in a 2019 article for The New York Times “motherhood as a lively public conversation — a set of references, jokes, warring factions, cliches and grievances — has existed for just a little over a decade…Talking openly about motherhood as a multidimensional, contradictory, hilarious and sometimes unpleasant experience is new.”

It…


It’s really hard to write about 2020 and not sound cliched and obvious. It’s impossible to write without falling into the familiar parlance of words like ‘unprecedented’ and ‘dumpster fire’. It would be insulting for me to point out what a heinous year it’s been. You know.

Hundreds of thousands of people lost their lives causing huge holes in families across the globe. Imagining these deaths is one thing, imagining the heartbreak and grief around each individual death is almost incomprehensible.

Hundreds of thousands of people lost their jobs, many thousands more lost their anchors, their footing, their ability to…


You don’t stop being a mother when your child grows up. This, I think, is one of the fundamental things mothers of babies don’t take into consideration when they complain about older women giving them advice, or taking any interest in their babies at all.

I’m constantly being reminded that mums of young babies do not like to be told to “seize the day”, they hate it when someone at the supermarket tell them to enjoy every minute because it all passes so quickly and they break out in hives when they hear the words “small children small problems”. Mums…


It amazes me that people think I am an adult and not just an overgrown child with wrinkles and extensive collagen loss. I have not yet embraced the formality of sitting on a chair when there is space on the floor, I often celebrate the fact I can eat cereal for dinner and donuts for lunch, I still look for the adults in a room when I am feeling scared and I am continually surprised I am the one meant to make dinner, let alone know all the answers.

There is so much l have yet to learn, not just…


My son is on the threshold of adulthood and I am feeling caught in that chasm between active motherhood and plain old motherhood, where you remain a mother but you don’t get to handle any of the chores. I liked the chores, I enjoyed active motherhood. I felt like being the mother I wanted to be was my purpose.

But here I am, purpose spent and with time on my hands.

My thoughts and feelings were a little chaotic this morning and I couldn’t contain them and put order to them so I decided to use that energy to clean…


It was around fourteen years ago that my life started to normalise after the birth of my son. He was five years old and finally he was perfectly healthy, he was (eventually) sleeping through the night and I was beginning to feel like I could venture out of the home to work rather than bringing work into the home to complete.

To some people five years is a lifetime, to some it’s a blip on the radar, for me it was the right time.

But five years spent at home meant that my wardrobe was not, how you would say…


It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a new romantic relationship, so long that when I hear my single friends talking, it’s like a whole new world, a land with a different language of ghosting and negging and other terms that didn’t even exist when I got married, let alone fell in love.

I felt like I just didn’t understand that world at all. Until very recently.

While I’m loathe to compare my experience with a big insurance company to a romantic relationship, I’ve certainly developed a better understanding of modern dating terms and some of the angst…


Facebook Groups have been a thing for quite some time for the cool kids, and by cool kids I mean older women. These niche cliques of people have sprouted up around every possible interest group and, because they attract those who have similar interests, they are usually more cohesive and friendlier than your general Facebook page. (Although there are probably right-wing conservative groups of which I know nothing which are filled with hatred and vitriol but I think that says more about the subject matter than it does the Facebook Group model.)

The groups are a huge success because they…


I have a big problem with RUOK day which possibly stems from the fact that I am not okay. At least not in the most literal sense of the word. It’s not something I am given to discussing broadly on social media. Or even in real life. But some days I am really not great and every day I am frightened to varying degrees. I have forgotten what restful, non-medicated sleep feels like.

I blame my childhood, my teenage years, my high school cohort, religion, racism and Donald Trump. But days like today are more about effect than cause.

This…

Lana Hirschowitz

Writer. Blogger. Worrier. Toast Lover https://www.facebook.com/SharpestPencilOnline/

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