My third born child. My lockdown baby. I’m so sorry son it has taken me over 2 years to write about you. Believe me, it is not from a lack of love. I lose count of the number of times I stop and just watch you. Discovering a new sound,…
Protect
My memory of how it all played out is vague. We had literally just turned off of our road when my father and I were pulled over by the police. I was naive and in my early teens so i wasn’t afraid and didn’t think too much of it. My…
Dream Check Up
My birthday just passed about a month a ago now. Whether I like it or not and regardless of whether age is just a number or not it always seems like a prime opportunity to take a look at where I am at. How close am I to these dreams…
My girl
Every evening I walk through the door and as soon as he lays his brown eyes on me he points and calls “Dada”. What generally follows (if he is out of the bath that is) is a run to me, arms open – I lift him up and he rests…