“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.”
Che: With practice, comes confidence. “I want to ride my bike every day, always.”
Poet: Why am I not surprised that her favourite room in the house is the one room where she isn’t supposed to be. I gasped in horror during the week as I heard, for the first time: “Mum, Poet’s in my room! Get out of my room Poe!” Oh dear, it’s begun.