Family

  • A Darling Home

    An open heart. A darling home for my children, my love, and me. Continue reading

  • Goodbye Christopher Robin

    I cried and I smiled as the credits rolled, and I knew, in that moment, that I’d found another piece of home. The movie was ‘Goodbye Christopher Robin.’ And it was…really very beautiful, actually. How very different the world looks… Continue reading

  • A Simple Wish

    I open my soul again and again. Has my heart been heard this time? So quietly it speaks for fear of breaking. Hear me, please. I may not carry the right words, always. But my heart is pure, my wish… Continue reading

  • Fairy Lights

    I sang about fairy lights as we drove. I remember. My tiny head bobbling about in the back seat while Mum drove us through the darkness to her weekly game of basketball. ‘I love your beautiful songs, Brooke.’ It was… Continue reading

  • And Then The World Changed

    It’s funny, isn’t it. How we zone in on the things that happen in life that signal an ending of something and the beginning of something else. They roll on in, these momentous happenings, and soon they pass: although we… Continue reading

  • Thank You

    I was in tears this morning, bouncing on my fit ball in front of the TV at my new favourite time of day (4AM). I was watching the world news. Small children were being handed over a fence to soldiers… Continue reading

  • Waiting For Baby Again

    Eight years ago it was, when I sat on the couch, a day before my 30th birthday, suspecting today might be the day I’d meet my very first baby. There was a muslei bar involved. Four AM insomnia. And I… Continue reading

  • Peace and Drama

    The sky is marble grey and it is raining. It is so very lovely. Peaceful if I were to give it a word. And here I am, relaxing my way through another afternoon of life in the 35th week of… Continue reading

  • 100 Years Pregnant

    I love being pregnant. I love the way it looks, I love the way it feels. I love it. Love it. Love it. But. I do feel like I’ve run a marathon and a half. At the end of the… Continue reading

  • False Labour And Celebratory Chocolate

    I’ve just eaten some celebratory chocolate. This chocolate (and as you all know, I’m quite partial to a piece or four on any regular day) was very much celebrated if only for the fact that it meant I was home… Continue reading