Early yesterday morning, I snuck into Gemma-Rose’s bedroom. “What are you doing, Mum?” A sleepy voice from the bed. As I fumbled in the dark for a pair of shoes, I whispered,
Years ago, I was Marcia Brady and I had two younger sisters, Jan and Cindy. It was the seventies and we were children and we all pretended we were Brady Bunch girls.
Mary and Joseph are curled up on the floor together with the child Jesus. They are trying to keep their eyes tightly closed. An angel in a long flowing gown appears through
He arrived in the centre of a funeral wreath and I didn’t like him. He was blue, soft and fluffy, and any child would have adored him. But my child was dead.
I heard the other day that a friend is expecting twins. How special. Not a lot of people get to experience the delights of having two babies at once, maybe two babies