The GingerFrog Blog: A Middle-Aged Dating Disaster

A Woman on the Edge: An Introduction

So in a feat of unprecedented strength and mastery on my part (and perhaps a little belonging to the tools), the garden had been tamed...

It was 9:30am. The gleaming strimmer and mower stood expectant in front of me. In contrast, the forest of 6-foot-tall dandelions stood...

This summer I discovered my inner warrior and unleashed an all-out war. No, I didn’t get in touch with the ex. No, I didn’t trample small...

I love the 80s as much as the next person. I may only have been a kid back then, but I rocked my legwarmers and shoulderpads with the...

Whilst binning a forlorn looking bunch of rotting tulips last week I found myself bemoaning the fact that a man hasn’t bought me flowers...

I finally changed my name. No, I did not opt for Princess Consuela Bananahammock. My divorce may have come through in September 2011, but...

I have a new preferred method of self-torture… I’m addicted to wedding dress programmes. You know the ones: a bride-to-be and her...

Being single and childless at 37 isn’t exactly what I’d planned. But here I am: divorcee, recently out of a second long-term...

My mum isn’t a massive fan of this blog. She thinks she gets a bad rap a lot of the time. But more significantly, she gets upset that I...

I have always suffered from this particular bugbear. It’s a huge societal double standard, and I don’t think it exists only in my head:...