General Election 2017
I am so angry that ignorance and self-interest hold power. our Westminster half-government may get into bed with hateful homophobes....
Your problems are not mine – for my Airor Angels
The first time I heard it I recoiled. I thought it meant distance, but it doesn’t. It means just because I have hurts, I can still listen...
What I have achieved today.
Got up at six thirty. Fed and dressed the kids and myself. Full face of makeup. Drove little boy to school. Housework. Drafted...
June evening in the horses’ field
June evening in the horses’ field. A couple, no, a trinity of magpies. For joy. For a girl. A galaxy of buttercups, an anarchy of docks,...
Milestones
My baby is one year old. She does not want to crawl or walk yet. She does not like to cry or fuss about anything. What she likes to do is...
Muddy little hands
I feel sad for children who are not allowed to get filthy. I like to see mine with mud under their nails, grubby hands and knees, faces...
The Birth, inspired by Hollie McNish
When mothers meet, they often talk about The Birth. It wasn’t how they planned. We need to share our trauma with someone who’d...
Flowers
My little boy picked me some bluebells from the garden. I put them in a tumbler, on top of the piano. My Mum planted flowers around the...
Jakhiri
Jack’s new grooming brushes arrived this week. They work so well on his freckly white coat. He’s beautiful and strong, and now he is...
Minibeasts
My little boy loves minibeasts. He digs for them in the soil, and scrapes them into pots, offering them fruit and leaves, poking and...