Joining the blogging community has given Reprobate Mum a new sense of ambition and purpose - and Blogfest is the perfect celebration of this, she writes
"I finally had a platform and as a mother, I finally felt I had a voice. But as well as finding the space to air my own experiences I also, by then, had learned to listen to others’. From my initial welcome on the site to the first time I made the Front Page, I found a community of parents - and writers to boot - who introduced me to a whole new perspective on parenting and other topics, too. Soon, a sense of belonging to something bigger than myself developed, and I found a source of both support and inspiration."
"There is nothing feminist about using little girls as props in order to sell t-shirts – in fact, I would argue that this is the opposite of feminism. There is nothing feminist about exploiting a bunch of little girls by having them swear and talk about rape statistics just so that FCKH8 can make a quick buck. There is nothing feminist about creating an association between potty-mouthed little kids and social justice."
From chomping on discarded raisins to chowing down regurgitated Marmite sandwiches, Wry Mummy writes that motherhood has turned her into a human dustbin
"Sometimes, there just isn't a bin around when you need one. Like when your child wants to spit something out. We were on our way to the car yesterday when my youngest decided he didn't like Smarties after all, and spat all seven of them out into my swiftly-proffered hand. There they lay, their now-softened, not-as-bright-as-in-my-day shells in a pool of sugary drool that was starting to drip through my fingers. I did the only thing I could do in the circumstances. Reader, I ate them."
Cancer is not a war, and to speak of it in such terms denigrates its seriousness - we need to use more honest language, writes Stella Duffy
"There was no battle, there was a disease. She was not a warrior, she was a person. When we talk about cancer in the language of war, when we anthropomorphize cancer, when we make it other than the self, we damage anyone who is living alongside someone living with or dying of cancer, and we damage those of us with cancer most of all."
It's easy to feel envious of other people's perfect lives on Instagram - here, Brummy Mummy of 2 lays bare the reality
"Life is not like our Instagram feed. On mine, you will see the cracks with the odd tantruming boy or weeping girl. And occasionally I post a messy room or a grumpy face. But generally? My life on Instagram is a sham.
Here, I'll show you the reality - the perfect lo-fi, brightened, sharpened, staged version versus the real #nofilter version. And there really is no filter."