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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2016.” Poet: I’m cherishing my days with her when she’s not at preschool. She can be a handful at times [...]

scenes : in pink and red

And so the week ends, with streams of afternoon sun turning little cheeks all red and rosy. Poet returned to dance classes this week – jazz and ballet this year – and I’m amazed [...]

I’ll do that later

So, it seems I’ve figured out the difference between people like myself and those sparkling Type-A personalities who seem to have everything done all of the time (regardless of whether or [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2016.” Poet: she’s a giggler and a nose scruncher. Here she is laughing at Percy who was looking out from the [...]

quilted love

I have fond memories of my childhood bed; the cocoon of flannelette sheets and the weighty warmth of hospital-style waffle blankets. My mum would religiously make me a hot water bottle in the [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2016.” Poet: her excitement is palpable, her floral overalls are exquisite (ISO400, f2.8, 1/640)   Percy: a belly [...]

homedays in autumn

  Last week we had a little autumn teaser but these past few days have confirmed it; the golden season has arrived in all its rust and ochre beauty. It’s been a long time coming but [...]