By I remember the first time I felt utterly crushed by motherhood. The birth, the breastfeeding, the sleeplessness …
Weakness, a Holy Chamber
It was two years ago when, just like I see now, winter crept upon South Africa with …
When Bravery is a Quilt on the Bed
I sat there, on that yellow sofa in London, seven years ago, and prayed. Nineteen years old …
Wise Little Newborn
All is quiet right now. Lily is next door with her grandparents, making a train out of …
Intimacy over the Milk Bottle
This is how I used to wake up in Mozambique. To sunlight pouring in my room, to …
Being Mummy, Being a Baby
Everything’s getting a little more fuzzy. It all moves a bit slower. I didn’t expect that – …