In the lead up to winter our crepe myrtles start shedding their skin to reveal a spectacularly smooth rust coloured bark underneath... and I get to collect these little treats they leave behind. My kids think I’m certified collecting piles of bark to disp
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 –...
