taking stock

The sky is anything but blue today. I’m inside with one sick child (the one that doesn’t have ear troubles is having ear troubles) and a slightly grizzly baby. Nothing is getting done [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: apprehensive near spiderwebs, will run a mile if she actually sees the spider – ISO100, f2.8, 1/500 [...]

brand new mother

Dear Jodi, …..I recently became a new mum to a beautiful boy. He is seven months now and feeding so well. Our birth was traumatic to be blunt. Inducement – 18 hour labour – him [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: she smiles, albeit smugly, and then runs to the camera to see the photo. She is as mischievous as she [...]

wintry

It’s officially cold and we’re clad in layers. Winter’s timing was spot on this year; the past few days have been icy, clear and fresh – as it should be. The seasonal [...]

just lead me

The last thing I want to do on a yoga mat is think too much about what’s coming next. This way of thinking, this way of being, defines motherhood, don’t you think? Whilst being in the [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015” Poet: She’s been by my side for most of the week; cooking, painting, helping me load the new washing [...]

pocket money

Seven is such a pivotal age, perhaps even more so when a new baby arrives. The leap into the next stage of childhood is profound and because Che is our firstborn it’s all new for us, too. [...]