the moment a baby is born, a mother is too.
My names Harriet and I’m addicted to my phone. I try so hard not to be but there’s just something that I’m obsessed with. Is it the loneliness of motherhood creeping in, the feeling of escaping, or was it created so that everyone was obsessed with them? Maybe it’s all of them. I notice that... Continue Reading →
The world is a funny old place these days. There’s absolutely no margin for error. If you do something wrong, say something out of tone or call someone out then it’s all over the Internet forever. I wonder how it felt to parent in the 90’s? The last era of parenting without all the technology... Continue Reading →
The Whitehouse Life 