I started this blog, three years ago, because I wanted to document everything; to commit everything to writing and to memory. It was a way to hold them when I…
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So, now they are one. When I think about it too hard, it feels like pressing down on a bruise – that dully blossoming awareness of damage, of something not…
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I didn’t see this house before we chose it. In retrospect that seems crazy, but at the time I was seven months pregnant with the girls, working full time and…
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Some Saturdays we are magnificent. We are up with the sun, appropriately caffeinated before anybody even thinks of whinging for second breakfast (have I given birth to actual hobbits or…
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Somewhere out there in the world, there is a man with Lysander’s big blue eyes. I know this because I have seen a photograph of him when he was a…