Family

  • Darling Day 18. The Little Boy

    Darling is the little boy that cannot sleep. ‘I think I need a bandaid, Mum. Mum? I think I need a bandaid.’ They start their tricks young, these beautiful tiny humans, don’t they. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 16. Fifteen Minutes Late

    I’ve had wine. And I’ve had my Dad and my sister for the first time since the government has allowed me to have them…for months. So I’m fifteen minutes late for the darling day, which technically means I’ve missed it.… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 14. Liberation

    Crisp walls and lavender fresh linen. It was her mother who insisted on such drastic perfection and, until now, it had never occurred to Geraldine that life had the option to be anything other than perfect. She would be forty… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 11. Nan

    She was just one of those people everyone loved. Darling, through and through. When she was good, she was like an orange wind, laced with mint and strawberry sweet. She was kind, but not in a: ‘Hi, how are you?’ sort… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 10. Little Darling Ones

    Dearest darling bunny ones my hop-a-long divine, this Mother’s heart will always beat to find your hands in mine.   One life I share with you my dears, one chance I have to say: I’ll do my very best to… Continue reading

  • Darling day 8: Milk and Honey Sunrise

    Today felt like a milk and honey sunrise. What is a milk and honey sunrise? I have no idea. But it felt an awful lot like darling to me. Continue reading

  • Darling Day Six. Darling Is The Fall

    She wobbled along, the little darling on wheels. Two wheels (which seemed to be the problem.) Mum balanced her own bike between her legs, guiding her duckling as best she could, until at last: there was flight. As I strolled… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 1: Darling Is Life

    Darling is the grace of every whispered, ‘You’re beautiful.’ You melt my soul with those words. Every shimmer of my soul, you melt it. Darling are the minutes next to the moments that I sit alone and realise…I’m happy. Happy… Continue reading

  • Held

    Tonight I miss my childhood. I miss the way my Nan dipped onto to her knees and told me how precious I was to her. With her entire body, especially her eyes. I miss the way my Mum held me… Continue reading

  • Your Sun

    I am not your sun. I am a sun. I can show you how to glimmer and warm and burn. But I do not have to be your sun. I am my own sun. Beautiful and true. And I shine,… Continue reading