I remember when my parents told us they would no longer be married. I can’t remember their words, the time or the place – but I do remember feeling lost. It was as though the tiny sliver of happiness I once had, was forever gone. Let’s be real divorce is a bitch. (I honestly couldn’t think of a better-suited word. Trust me, I tried.) It ruins t....
Dear Mum, Its 45 years since we last spent Mothers Day together. After you died I found Mothers Day really hard, not Christmas, or even your birthday but Mothers Day. This is the day where I feel your absence most painfully. I know others are able to call someone else mum, whether it’s a friend’s mother, or maybe a mother in law, but that is something that I just couldn’t....
Dear Mum When I was small you were my everything. No other voice or touch could soothe or inspire like yours. No meal tasted as good as what you prepared, no other home was so lovely. You were my mum and because of that I walked tall into the world and always had a safe harbor when the world was unkind. Then I was not so small and my image of you wobbled. Learning to stand &he....
Dear Nanna, As I take the time to think about you I realize that you personified the stereotypical Nanna from my childhood storybooks. Although small in stature you were large in your love and care for your family and those blessed to be your friends. My memories of you Nanna are filled with perfect sponge cakes, endless cups of tea and relaxed conversation. Rarely seen outside....
As a midwife I became skilled at intuitively recognising when a women was entering the transition stage of labour. In some cases the established rhythm of contractions and rest would pause and the stillness brought a deeper rest or time to reposition and regroup in preparation for birth. In other cases a crescendo occurs that if not harnessed can lead to an unwanted, obstructed....
