Watching you run
I watched you run today. Your arms stretched through the unseen air, hands scooping great chunks of it propelling you forward. Your gait, a tiny bit lopsided, the only sign …
I watched you run today. Your arms stretched through the unseen air, hands scooping great chunks of it propelling you forward. Your gait, a tiny bit lopsided, the only sign …
I remember the days leading up to BB’s official diagnosis of Hip Dysplasia with a clarity that is often remiss in my memory bank. Google had already spelled out our …
Driving to work this morning, with my face close to the wheel, eyes squinting through the rain that was beating at my windscreen, I found it hard to believe that …
When BB and I first met the man who was to gently cut open her skin and surgically correct her hip, it was the first time that I really felt …
I was sitting on the London underground today when I saw something that made me beam and hiccup a sob simultaneously. It was a stranger, a man, he was carrying …