Foreward

I made the mistake of telling my mum I was writing a blog.

“A novel?”

“No, not a novel. A blog. Just thoughts. Life advice. Something for H and B to read, hopefully to guide them”.

“So Wiffle Waffle? Nonsense on a page? It’s not even going to be relevant to them”.

And there I find myself.​ The sandwich generation. The butter, the jam, the spread. 

Awkwardly compromised between decades.You have me to contend with, and I have my own mum.

This conversation shows why I hope what I’ve written is relevant.

 It manifests the one true constant:

Our relationship with our parents is inherently fraught with love, frustration and a desire to impart some wisdom.So here it is, for you: 

my Wiffle Waffle.

Aspirational overachiever Gen X mum to two tiny beating hearts and to one that stopped. I'm a hybrid of nationalities living in Hanoi with my partner, 2 children and 2 pandemic pups rescued through Facebook.

Joy in the small moments.