The Employment Minister and Conservative MP for Hexham gives his account of coming to terms with that loss after the “miracle” of IVF.
Ease ratios for childminders, stop making small-time carers leap through educational hoops – and face up to the fact we need to build on greenfield sites.
Creating and conserving anything worthwhile takes work. Tories know that this applies to Britain’s traditions and liberties. But it also applies to families: families require effort, but those who take up the challenge reap limitless rewards.
Inadequate parenting, ideological orthodoxy, and trades-union inertia share the blame, but shamefully ambiguous official advice on exclusions must be overhauled.
We are absurdly reluctant to talk about the policies needed to encourage the birth of more children.
The impact of nursery closures on children will last for decades, limiting their success for their whole lives.
I could not in good conscience allow a Bill to continue that would have fundamentally changed the nature of the way we interact with one another for the worse.
There is a danger, not to mention an irony, in a conservatism that views a mother, carer, or retiree as just an inactive worker.
Early struggles with reading are one of the largest, and is possibly the largest, root cause of poor outcomes for school leavers.
At present, too many youngsters are become invisible when they leave the system, and not receiving the education they need.
Rolling out free school meals to every child from a family on Universal Credit will lead to healthier and more attentive pupils.
Spurious cost concerns mask a misguided spirit of egalitarianism which will only inflict more pressure on style-conscious teens.
Our exam-focused system serves neither pupils nor employers properly. We urgently need a broader and more flexible curriculum.
Expanding free support for the areas with the lowest birth rates, cutting bureaucracy, bolstering tenants’ rights, supporting cooperatives, and reforming regulation.
We are being forced to pay someone else to do the job we long to do, and mask over the anguish of separation at the nursery door