Same-Sex Parenting

It starts off badly. I dream that the baby is a girl, a daughter, but she has no lungs and when she is born she cannot even gasp before dying,…

It’s the fifth of February. I’m laying on my back, thighs parted and held apart. And I am trying to steady my breathing; I feel as though my lungs are…

I am pregnant. The baby is three weeks and four days old and smaller than a full stop at the end of a sentence.  It is such early days; it was…

Tuesday, CD5. On the table, I think about the meat under my skin; the yellow blubber into which I’ve pressed the needles, the throb of arteries and swoosh of blood…

The other day, I was looking through old photographs of the children on my blog, and I came across our day-in-the-life photographed by Antonina Mamzenko back in January of this…