We had just moved to the wilds of Shropshire, with a two-week old baby and two pre-schoolers, and everything was new. My husband was beginning to concentrate on his music full-time, and the two eldest children had just started in a new preschool. There was time for the dust to settle. But I still hadContinueContinue reading “For When We Don’t Know What is Coming: an unexpected diagnosis”
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#84
She won’t sit still next to me on the sofa, she jumps all over it as everyone else lazes in that post tea-time lull. She has started to tell me her dreams. ‘There’s a blue train’, she says, ‘it’s gone off the rails, it’ going on the grass.’ Freedom, I think, for her, Her lifeContinueContinue reading “#84”
elisabeth pike 