V is for Village

I grew up around lots of grandparents, aunties, cousins and neighbours. Literally, all of those relatives were also my neighbours. I come from a small town, a village you might even say. There were always someone there. I’m not saying that my mother didn’t sense the loneliness of motherhood as she became a mother at … Continue reading V is for Village

Reality V Expectations

As I was on my hands and knees, mopping up a cup of spilled coffee off the floor in my skanky dressing gown and my greasy hair yesterday morning I had a realisation that I am a very different parent to the parent I thought I would be. Before having kids, that is. I never … Continue reading Reality V Expectations