Month: May 2018
Sunday will be bittersweet ….
I wrote this piece three years ago. It is as true today as it was then … **** It’s Mother’s Day this Sunday and truth be told if…
Stories about feathers and telephones and grief and a little boy called Hamish …
No matter how hard we try, we cannot out-run death or grief. Tomorrow, is the birthday of my goddaughter May who was stillborn nearly two decades ago. Tomorrow…