“What do you want to be when you grow up, Mummy?” “I want to be your mummy. Always.” She is dissatisfied. “No! What do you want to be?” I twitch a little inside as my… View Post
Dear starfish a.k.a the children we welcome into our bed most nights, By day you function as normal human beings. You walk in a straight line, you sit and stand as expected. You don’t appear… View Post
Dear world, I need a sick day. I know the web doesn’t need another post about the hardships of motherhood but, seriously, sickness has got to be one the worst aspects of this gig. We’ve… View Post
To my precious daughters, One day you will leave me and venture to find yourselves – to create a life of your own – and if you go in the confidence of knowing you are… View Post
To my second daughter, When you were three weeks old, you fell out of a sling. One minute you were curled up snuggly on my chest, tightly wrapped up in a cloth which was secured… View Post
