Being stalked….. ~ Northernmum
Age stalks me like a persistent toddler, it scratches at my face leaving lines in its wake and it leaps on me wrapping me in its shroud, always when I …
Age stalks me like a persistent toddler, it scratches at my face leaving lines in its wake and it leaps on me wrapping me in its shroud, always when I …
My daughter has never jumped. She has journeyed to places most two-year olds have never had the misfortune to go, she has experienced surgery, blood transfusions, and week-long stays in hospital …
To my eldest girl, When you were born I held you like china, terrified you would break but at the same time fiercely aware that I would rip skin from …
I returned home on Saturday morning a slightly damaged version of my Friday self. Friday saw me knee deep in bleach at seven am cleaning my old home and a few …
And so it begins, The blatent beep of the alarm sounds at six thirty and I ignore, already wide awake with a child in my arms who awoke at five …