Four children; warts and all.
I ran alone today. It’s a big deal. I have always had a fear of being kidnapped, thrown in a van, raped and murdered. I have never said that publicly, but I don't hide it and many people know it. Some think it is rational, some think it’s understandable but unhealthy, and some think it’s... Continue Reading →
You’re the only one who knows the inevitable ebbs and flows. People can try I suppose, to empathise with the regular lows, or imagine the blissful love your child bestows. But you can’t transpose, In any number of photos or detailed stories you disclose, the phenomenal triumphs and agonising woes. You’re the only one who... Continue Reading →
Quarts And All 