Author Archives: Monina Modray

I’m terrified of oversharing yet here I am with various social media accounts, a public blog and a sketch journal diarising my daily life. If I think about it too much I’ll cringe, roll over and die. My mother always told me not to make my life an open book. Apparently it’s my open, friendlyContinue reading “Terrified of oversharing”

I drew this for fun after reading The Tatooist of Auschwitz by Heather Morris for a book club. I go pretty regularly because they are open minded and aren’t afraid to read books outside of their comfort zone. I didn’t expect to enjoy the book but it turned out to be one of the mostContinue reading “Book club and Banksy”

Loo roll. Child: What’s that? Father: It was Mummy. She got that in case of Brexit. Earlier this year, news reports mentioned the implications for a no-deal Brexit could include shortages of supplies. Typical Express style scare mongering I said, but even the FT reported that Britons were circulating a ‘hamster list’ which included looContinue reading “Loo roll”

My friend Laura is a joy. She was visiting from London and over a vegetarian sharing board, she puts down her wine glass, passes me a newspaper and asks “Have you seen what Jacinda Ardern is doing? When was the last time we even knew the name of a New Zealand prime minister!” She adds,Continue reading “Ladies who lunch”

This Mother’s Day weekend, I’m grateful for the time and space to draw, enjoy the kids, and the warmer Spring weather. I’m acknowledging too, the simple and complex spectrum of emotions that can be felt by anyone on any day they choose to reflect on motherhood or childhood. Happy mama day indeed.   Watercolour &Continue reading “Spectrum”

I made these gift tags for the kids’ school. It’s Mother’s Day in the UK this weekend, but isn’t until May in the US Canada and Australia. To celebrate Mother’s Day today parents have baked, made or packaged treats for these to embellish then sell to the kids. A mother’s job is never done.

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