We've been trawling paths these past few days. Paths of Vikings, Christians, Romans, iron age folk. It's been amazing.┬áHe was like me years back when my older two were his older twos age. Everything was a lesson. I sat back and enjoyed and watched and let them go. We think we teach by talking. We… Continue reading Paths



I fall into holes with him every few years bent backwards, doubled over never faces meeting but minds perhaps  


is not my firstborn, he is my ultimate. He is the point of every miscarriage, every failed test, every drunken shag, every sober shag, every kiss, every ounce of love, every thought for 8 years, every ovulation pain, every pain at the absence of ovulation, every wish I wasn't drunk, every cause for being drunk,… Continue reading He