Long, lanky legs. Pointy shoulder blades. Teeth that look too big for your mouth. Stretching like a beanstalk every few weeks. My boys’ frame is changing. It is developing faster and faster, and sometimes it feels like a race to keep up. To keep up with the need for forever bigger clothes; for fast changing… Read More Window//06Jan2020
I can teach you about the smell of lavender when you brush it against your hand. I can teach you about the life cycle of a butterfly. I can teach you how to tie your shoe laces and brush your teeth: under, over; back and forth. I can teach you how to plant a seed… Read More The Smell of Lavender//02Feb2019
My back gave up on me this week. It’s been threatening to for a while. I think six years of constantly carrying one small child or another on my left hip finally caught up on me. The straw that broke this camel’s back was a ‘fun walk in the sun over the hill’ with the… Read More Physicality//10May2018
* My first post of 2018 is a little late, but winter hibernation has dragged on for a while for me this year. Like the daffodils feel the pull of the sun, I am starting to feel the pull of the creative again too. I sit in the dark with Littlest on my lap as… Read More Pointy Elbows//21Feb2018
I find myself seeking out the little pools of autumn light around the house. I sink into them and bathe like a lizard, absorbing all the warmth and goodness from the sun in the knowledge that winter, and increasing darkness, will soon be upon us. Like a squirrel I am storing up this light in… Read More Seeking Out The Light//12Nov2017
I need to provide an introduction for this piece of writing. It is something I wrote several years ago and I have thought and thought for a long time about whether to put it on here. This piece of writing is from a period in my life where I was struggling with the really challenging… Read More A Soft Heart//16Mar2015
Little boy in red stands on the doorstep. Fresh-faced but unaware of what is ahead. Book-bag clutched in a clammy hand and full of nothing but potential. We have arrived at this moment. A milestone I have been crawling to for some time now. Some days I have crawled through mud and across glass to… Read More Acorn//19Sep2016
