I have moments when I lose the thread of the story that I tell myself about why this is so important to me. I tell myself that this - this story about searching for...
"I only saw him once.
Once, from behind the window of the nursery. He was wrapped in a blue blanket, and he was so small. They asked me if I wanted to hold him, and...
Her name was Laura, and I nursed her baby.
We had met, initially, at breakfast and immediately hit it off. We sat down with our coffees and immediately got swept up in a conversation that...
You're going to have to see my previous post for context - or to comment, if you have anything to say, anything at all, about the Glory Of The Previously Only Seen In Soft-Focus...
Rachel Cooke thinks that I'm a dummy. Okay, maybe not me specifically, but women like me. Women who talk or write incessantly about their children and their experience as mothers. Women who, when asked...
Here's something that I had planned to never blog about: my son's penis. Not about the novelty of having a baby with a penis (because, really: contrary to all expectation, the novelty wears off....
He wants to be invisible, she tells me. When we're out he clings to me and turns his face into my side and it's like he wants the the whole world to look in...
Last night, I curled up in bed with my little girl. She lay her head against my arm and gripped my fingers with her tiny hand and whispered, I want you to stay here,...
It was the kind of thing that would have outraged me, had it happened any other day, any other week. It was the kind of thing that would have had me out of my...
I can come home now, please?I am so tired, so worn out, so spent, so - it feels - cut off and adrift from everything - almost everything - that keeps me sane and...
