At least nine times yesterday the 6-year-old advised me that today he would run me a bath. When I opened my mothers’ day gifts I realised what had sparked his enthusiasm.
Three weeks ago my friend died of breast cancer. Today we say goodbye to her. The only entry requirement that her husband has stipulated is that we send him a photo and some memories that he and their daughter can share. Here are our memories.
The first step of our next steps as viewed through dirty glass.
