I’ve been reading a lot of posts about #maternalmentalhealth this week and though I wasn’t diagnosed with #pnd I found it overwhelming, lonely, wonderful and exhausting. I confided in an older woman that I was feeling depressed and she laughed and said ‘what are you talking about, these are the best years of your life!’ContinueContinue reading “Making Sense of Motherhood with writing”
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Why I write about motherhood
I just want to put it out there that I’m not a self-certified expert on parenting by any means. I run courses on writing motherhood because I write, I always have done; it’s how I process my feelings – my grief, my joys, my disappointments, and it’s how I can convey my wildly fluctuating feelingsContinueContinue reading “Why I write about motherhood”
Space to Dream
A shortened version of this appeared in Third Way in April 2014: https://thirdway.hymnsam.co.uk/editions/april-2014/features/space-to-create.aspx It is rare to have the hush of an empty house all to myself. But right now all I can hear is the hum of the computer screen, the creak of a door being slammed outside, the footsteps of the cat coming inContinueContinue reading “Space to Dream”
There You Are – its here!
ITS HERE! My book of poems about motherhood that has been one year in the making has arrived! Order NOW and it will get to you in time for Christmas! Or order for a friend and I’ll ship it straight to them! I’ll also be selling these beauties at Condover craft fair on Saturday too.ContinueContinue reading “There You Are – its here!”
There You Are : its nearly here!
So excited that my book is nearly here! I have spent the past year hand lettering and illustrating a collection of 34 poems about motherhood. It will be arriving at the end of next week and *should* get to you for Christmas if you preorder! I will shout when they’ve arrived and they will beContinueContinue reading “There You Are : its nearly here!”
Coming down to Earth at the National Trust
Again this is an old article that I have dug out today. This was written in Autumn 2012 I think… Today we drove for an hour and a half to meet up with friends from our home town (by home town, I mean the one that I and my husband grew up in, the townContinueContinue reading “Coming down to Earth at the National Trust”
They are like jewels
They are like jewels, these people, They shine in a room of closed off doors. At toddler group, in a rowdy room of children’s choruses, I see a mother start to cry. I think her child has hurt her and it has suddenly all become too much, but I do not know really, I amContinueContinue reading “They are like jewels”
Crying in Public Places
This time it is me again, in a room of friends or a room of strangers. At the door of my son’s preschool when he shouts ‘don’t like preschool’ the whole way there, and leaps from the buggy board and runs off down the road, and I hand him over, howling and I have toContinueContinue reading “Crying in Public Places”
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