Happy Birthday!
Happy day of your birth!
Your Birth Day.
When the walls of your world tightened….
Happy Birthday!
Happy day of your birth!
Your Birth Day.
When the walls of your world tightened….
The shame comes from a thousand ‘shoulds,’ from the many things I feel I should be doing as a mother and am not. Motherhood, along with the paraphernalia of nappies, wipes and purees, comes with a huge bundle of shoulds…..
'Carol’ from the French, circa 1300: ‘to dance in a ring.’ I am sitting in the car, notebook up against the steering...
Our lane, outside our house, in blackberry season, leads me to remember the mother that I thought I’d be. You know the one: the mum who ushers her children out the door with baskets swinging on their arms…
It’s your own foot coming down on the rope that pulls it taut. It isn’t weight-bearing, until your weight makes it so. I know this from teaching aerial – the trick, if there is one, is to let go in order to hold on- in order to be held.
My father used to speak to the cat in German, his mother tongue, which he never used to address us, his children…Because the cat didn’t talk back – the cat didn’t know or care about the war, about Jewishness or citizenship’s lost or found. The cat just wanted bits of chicken….
What would make a difference? After the birth. After the book. What would help me to ease or avoid depression? I think there are three things.