The Last Baby

I never thought, as Monty emerged, tiny and perfect, into the world that it would be the last time I met one of my babies for the very first time. The last real surprise in life, the last time I discovered who that tiny person was that I’d carried and held and loved and kept warm for all those months. That first moment you hold them in your arms, your whole life expanding, shifting around you. The shape of your family, instantly changed forever.

Five Cookbooks Everyone Should Own

How do you cook? I am an instinctive cook, rather than a precise one. I’m all about opening the fridge, grabbing some leftovers, throwing it together and seeing how it turns out. This creative, slapdash approach makes me a dreadful baker, but an overall good cook. I love food, I love flavour, I love colour…

Some things I learnt in therapy….

I finished my last therapy session this morning. The sun was shining, I felt bright and hopeful. And filled with gratitude for all I have learnt and how far I have come. It is a big – huge – step forward. I have essentially been in therapy since the end of August, but I only…