It's a new year, and the beginning of a new chapter for me. Single, pushing forty, mother of four, chronically ill. To say the concept of that version of 'me' was daunting is an understatement. It's not the dream to have four kids with two different fathers and be in the position I am currently… Continue reading Shifting sands
There are few pleasures greater than singing nursery rhymes with your two year old. To have their spikey little finger 'tickle you under there' warms the soul like nothing else. I have been bed bound for a week now. That's a lie. I did venture out in the car to the playground once, and struggled… Continue reading Never to walk in anyone’s shadow
