beauty

We’re late. I clutch my daughter’s hand tightly as we hurry up the stairs to the railway platform, partly because that’s the way she likes it (‘tighter, Mummy, don’t let go!’) but mostly because I know that if I do let go she will probably start zigzagging up the stairs or hopping or…something, something that will, invariably, make us even more likely to miss our train. Read More...
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my one and only love

Only one, they exclaim. I mumble something along the lines of we’ll see and not just yet. Eyes narrow as they take in my daughter, who, at five years of age and in the face of more intense scrutiny, either hides behind my legs or executes a wonky somersault in the hopes of being worthy of their gaze. I suppose she doesn’t get to play with other children very often, is what is sometimes said, or, if a somersault is in evidence, She needs a little brother or sister to rub off some of those edges. Read More...
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photograph

I remember a certain photograph that hangs on the living room wall in my parents’ house. With its ornate frame it draws the eye, much bigger than anything around it, despite my brother’s propensity to paint - and then force my parents to hang – huge landscapes full of mountains and dragons. Read More...
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my one and only love

Only one, they exclaim. I mumble something along the lines of we’ll see and not just yet. Eyes narrow as they take in my daughter, who, at four years of age and in the face of more intense scrutiny, either hides behind my legs or executes a wonky somersault in the hopes of being worthy of their gaze. Read More...
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pnuemonia: a language lesson

I’m typing this by the blue glow of numerous electronic devices. If I close my eyes it sounds as if I am in an aquarium. I hear bubbles rising to the top of the tank and imagine colourful fish swishing past me, casting me disinterested looks on their way to the next piece of seaweed. But then the choking cries of an almost two-year old boy break the spell and when I open my eyes it’s not the walls of a tank I see but the corner of my daughter’s hospital bed. Read More...
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