A curtain of swordfish, espada, in Madeira fish market in Funchal. I loved my brief stopover there. It was shiny clean, with ebony and ivory pebbled pavements,glorious tropical flowers,sunshine’s cruise liners. The cafes were sparkly, gleaming, with chan
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
