Dear daughter, This morning I told you I don’t like you. I think I added the words “right now” at the end of the sentence. You wouldn’t have heard that. All you would have heard… View Post
“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
Home. Is it where the heart is? Is it a place? A feeling? A sense of belonging? If you’re a regular visitor to this blog, you will know we relocated from the UK to Australia… View Post
The year is 28 BC (i.e. I am 28 years old and it’s “before children”). My husband and I have booked a week off work and we’re paging the Lonely Planet magazine, feeling overwhelmed by… View Post
To my precious girls, Yesterday, I took a moment to marvel at the three of you as you splashed around in our tiny, makeshift bathtub. It is a rare moment when I switch off to… View Post
