Mostly, PND aside, I have loved the ‘baby years’ of my children’s childhood. There is nothing quite like the soft solidity of a baby asleep on your chest, the pride…
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Let’s pause time. Close your eyes. Take a breath. Summer still lingers in the air, sunlight falling in dapples through the orange leaves, landing as warmth on your skin. But…
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Before I had children, I called this one my ‘practice baby’. She’s never really been a baby though, not least for as long as I have known her; I rescued…
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I’m never sure what to say about my mother. I think that she will forgive me if I confess that for a long time, our relationship could best to described…
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Twelve years ago. Or fourteen. Or ten. It doesn’t matter really; the story is the same. Some days I only got out of bed to pee, burrowed like an animal…