18 years and counting
18 years ago today, I was in Scarborough Centenary Hospital, with my mum, godmother and grandmother. I was 21 and in labour. I wanted and needed a baby, this baby,…
“Ponder it”
Those were Plum’s (17) last words to me last night. He was clearly frustrated, annoyed and angry but instead of yelling and screaming, he remained outwardly calm and chose instead…
It’s five against one around here – but I am winning!
17, 7, 5, 3 and 19 months. Those the ages of my children. The first four are boys, the baby is a girl. And no, we weren’t ‘trying’ for a…