I’ve had a few weeks break from writing and its been weird. It’s usually my outlet, my pressure valve and my way of being productive even though my house is falling apart around me. If I’ve had a shit week, I knew I could just throw it all down in a note on my phone…… Continue reading Why I Refuse To Stay Silent About My Miscarriage
Dear Harry John I’ve been thinking about what to write on this day since you were born. Even though you are a deep well of inspiration and joy, that doesn’t make this any easier to distill how you make me feel into words. I have spent almost every minute of your first year with you;…… Continue reading A letter to my son on his first birthday
Dare I say that this motherhood business is getting easier? We’re now at a point when we are more than just treading water and we are getting into a nice comfy groove with everything life has thrown at us since our son came into our lives almost a year ago. He’s napping better, eating everything…… Continue reading Room for one more?
In honour of Valentines Day, it’s only fair that I dedicate a blog post to the man I made Harry with. I’ll start with a bit of boring background. We were born exactly 5 months apart at the same hospital in 1990 and then met at high school when we were 11 but didn’t become…… Continue reading A love-rant