When a child is born

I think it is fair to say that June 28th and 29th were the two most extraordinary days of my life.  I have never felt such extremes of emotion from being completely and utterly terrified, to bursting with an overwhelming  sense of love and gratitude.  The memories will stay with me forever and I am... Continue Reading →

The ugly box

In my About page, I talked about taking a good hard look at myself.  Well, here goes... Our family photos are stored in a somewhat ugly cardboard box in the loft.  Every once in a while it gets dusted off and I immerse myself in years of memories. Even though I treasure each and every snap,... Continue Reading →

Great Granddads

  This is my Dad.  He passed away when I was 15.  He never got to meet my husband or my children. He never got to be their Granddad. I know that he would be immensely proud of all of them and it seems only fitting that he comes along on this journey with me.... Continue Reading →

Grandma School

Just how does one become a Grandma? I was not fortunate enough to have any Grandparents in my childhood, so they have always been somewhat of an enigma to me. Certainly, I have never really understood  how incredibly important they are and the role they play in a child's life. So, how the hell am... Continue Reading →

The Big Reveal

  I have re-lived this moment over and over.  The only way that I can describe it is to compare it to a Saturday night TV show that is just at the crucial point where the contestants find out who is going through to the next round and which loser is packing their bags and going home.  There is always that ridiculously... Continue Reading →

The Mum To Be

My daughter is a beautiful, generous and loving young woman.   She came into the world screaming and didn't really stop for 12 months. I never expected to have a baby girl and was not prepared with a name.  One look at my husband's tear-stained face and Michael became Michaela.  From that moment their incredible Father and Daughter bond was... Continue Reading →

I’m a writer that just doesn’t write

I have always wanted to write.  My childhood was a combination of Enid Blyton, Judy Blume, the wonderful Alice in Wonderland and every Ladybird book I could get my hands on.   At the age of 13 I was given a dilapidated typewriter and over the next three years I wore out the ribbon with possibilities.... Continue Reading →

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