These are the difficult days.  The winter days. The onslaught of anniversaries and reminders is ceaseless. It seems never-ending and the s...

"a third of our family has gone..." My eldest son has aspergers.  His directness and honesty can be bluntly refreshing.  It'...

Daisy loved school.  Nothing made her happier after a hospital stay to put on her school jumper and know that it was a school day.  Always t...

I'm in a no-man's land at the moment.  Set adrift from a place I once knew.  It wasn't perfect, but I was easy in it's famil...

It was always our rule to wait until 12th December to put our Christmas decorations up in our family.  That's my dad's birthday.  Ev...

The long summer holiday.  Obviously I use the word "summer' in the loosest sense of the word as I have resorted to firing up the wo...

Every year on Father's day I send a message to other mums I know who are single parents, acknowledging that they are pulling the dou...

One of the first things I did the day after Andy died was to bag up all his meds, injections and creams and take them back to the hospital. ...

It's been nearly a year now.  It's been a tough year.  So many firsts; first father's day, first mother's day, first wedding...