Two photos, few hours apart. Same person, same grief, same broken heart but completely different “looks”. Photo on the left is textbook - tears and very evident picture of pain and longing. I took this photo before cleaning Thomas’ medicine trolley. I sat
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 –...
