My mum always loved this time of year. Because she did, so do I. I have these memories of misty woodland walks through drifts of ruby and amber leaves, jumping into piles of them, kicking them up as if back to their branches, and picnics eaten ravenously in […]
When your babe sleeps like an angel on the moons of Iego (I think), the world’s all smiles. But as soon as they become a grumbling rancor, don’t you find that, suddenly, everyone knows best? I hit that mothering milestone the other day – mum-shaming. In the post […]
It becomes a different world when I’m the only one awake with Lorelei at some silly hour of the morning. When I’m trying not to fall asleep as I feed her, every thought and feeling is more intense and difficult to avoid. It’s the effect of the witching […]
