Going back now about 6 or maybe even 7 years I took a leap and attended my first British Stammering Association conference. Now you might think that this does not sound like a bundle of laughs. You may think that even it will be a sombre affair where lots of troubled souls gather together to … Continue reading Freedom!
Bringing up two boys of my own and spending time with my partner's two boys is a lovely way to see the brotherly bonds that kick in and grow, if connected by blood or not. When I fell pregnant with Kieran, Adam was 15 and completely horrified. It was awful, he simply did not … Continue reading Brothers
I was never a 'Sports Mum', one of those ones that had to get up at 7am on a Saturday to stand by the football pitch or rugby field in minus five to watch my little cherub play for his school team or local town. My boy was an outdoors kid, loved our weekend camping … Continue reading Hitting Where It Hurts….