Category Archives: motherhood

The Return

I was ready to leave, holding my papers, a laptop, a leather bag slung over my shoulder.   The light was angling toward a softening autumn dusk.  We stood, exchanging last pleasantries.  But something, it seemed, had to be said.  There

The Return

I was ready to leave, holding my papers, a laptop, a leather bag slung over my shoulder.   The light was angling toward a softening autumn dusk.  We stood, exchanging last pleasantries.  But something, it seemed, had to be said.  There

Things lost and found

How do you begin to describe the love you have for a child, especially in a way that has any resonance or truth for them?  And in exploring that love, do you finally begin to recognise and have to accept

Things lost and found

How do you begin to describe the love you have for a child, especially in a way that has any resonance or truth for them?  And in exploring that love, do you finally begin to recognise and have to accept