Amber Wilde

I predicted that this summer would be magical, I wasn’t wrong. We have eaten strawberries, warm from the sun, and chased across the commons, laughter ringing in our ears, the…

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. She sings to them, one in each arm, rocking, bouncing, cradling, soothing, and their howls become cries become whimpers, snuffles, and slowly, slowly,…

When you were small, I was so anxious all of the time. Not because of anything that you had done or had not done, were or were not, but because…

It has taken me a long while to begin to find my ‘voice’ on camera, and to find a way to share my interpretation and experience of our family life…