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...
Overwhelmed
I know what you’re thinking. Overwhelmed is not a hopeful word. I am not very hopeful today. I am squashed flat and desiccated like an...
Sunshine on my skin.
The weather is great. The kids are bare legged and smeared in sun lotion. It’s hot and we don’t get many days like this. Only my ankles,...
Too Much
Ariana Grande will pay for the funerals of the twenty-two bombing victims. A millionaire will house the homeless man who pulled nails...