Littlee and Bean explains why she found the fundamentalist Islam of her youth so stifling, and praises the Muslim feminists who inspired her to reclaim her body.
"Much of the sexism I was subjected to was linked to my my body. I was forced to cover my hair; something I felt intensely uncomfortable about, but when I questioned the demands to cover up I’d get one of two responses – either saccharine nonsense about my ‘beauty’ needing to be preserved and not being for public consumption, or the classic (and surprisingly convincing when you’re vulnerable) argument that I’d burn in hell if I didn’t conform. Back then I had no outlet, no blog or voice that was listened to. I was being dictated to by aggressive men who thought my opinion was irrelevant. It was dehumanising, isolating and frightening. And I wasn’t alone."
Following the actions of an anonymous internet troll, Mummy Says argues that we cannot allow a woman to be publicly shamed for feeding her child.
"While the world celebrated International Women’s Day over the weekend, a mother in Rugeley near Lichfield paused for a while during a shopping trip with her eight-month-old daughter. She put down her bags, sat on some steps on the street, and began breastfeeding her child.
A stranger took a photograph. Later, it was posted on Facebook alongside these words: “I know the sun is out an all that but there’s no need to let your kid feast on you nipple in town! Tramp.”"
Do check out MNHQ's Facebook post on the issue - do like and share if you think that there's nothing wrong with a mother feeding her baby in public.
Only 16% of mothers with a child with additional needs work outside the home. Premmeditations is one. She recounts the prejudice she's faced, and explains why work is so important to her.
"Work is a way of clinging on to a piece of ourselves, the bit of us that isn’t fully accounted for by the name ‘Mr boo’s Mum’, by which the army of thousands that are involved in my son’s care call me, much to my irritation. Work is a bit of us that isn’t defined by our role as carer, the name we are assigned at our children’s birth and that insidiously robs us of the right to call ourselves plain old parents."
After her son gets into trouble for fighting, What We Did Next considers whether we're too quick to insist that children 'use their words'.
"Of course the spectacle of small children attacking or insulting each other is not an edifying one, and as a society we have done tremendous work in taking violence out of the playground, and encouraging our children to find other ways of expressing dissatisfaction and upset. This is a good thing. But, I wonder, have we perhaps gone a little too far? Is there a place for aggression that we are not acknowledging? Are we now too quick to make them use their words, rather than react physically?"
Feeling bad about your parenting skills? How To Be A Domestic Disgrace offers reassurance with a list of her finest parental errors...
"1. When I shoved the pram containing newborn baby Rory into a thorny bush full of wasps in my quest to avoid one of said wasps myself. Maternal instinct, you say?
2. The day he cracked an egg down the back of a hot radiator and I had to spend the afternoon poking scrambled eggs out of the back of it with a coathanger.
3. When I forgot the baby wipes at baby clinic one day and had to wipe his bum with a sock."