Right after the passing of my dad, we packed the car full of kids and warm clothing and headed to Jindabyne for a little ski adventure. The whole way down I spent staring out the window with tears falling down my cheeks, as the news of my dad was still...
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 –...
