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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: my beautiful girl…she’s been painting and drawing constantly; at the table, on the floor, [...]

sick days

roses that grow along the fence…necessary pretty on dreary sick days You know you’re alive when you spend the night to-ing and fro-ing between breastfeeding the baby and tending to [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: childhood in suburbia…and a black eye as a result of chasing her big brother through a maze of [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: dancing at every opportunity.    Percy: I think he really suits his name   The Tao of Motherhood by [...]

welcoming autumn

I realise that by the calendar we are only weeks away from winter but as far as the temperature goes, autumn has only just tickled our toes. Said tootsies are now snug in slippers; lambskin [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: I always want to remember her pigtail buns, denim dungarees and her excessive use of pink hair clips.   [...]

on having a large family

When Fraulein Maria first met the von Trapp children, a little seed was planted in my young, impressionable mind. Remember the shrill of the whistle and the subsequent array of children that [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: a moment of stillness before she runs off to explore   Percy: so sweet and smiley in his brand new [...]