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13/02/2026

Some thoughts and worries about beautiful skies and heavy rain.

Full article via link in bio.

Great appropriately named song Sh*tty Weather by .music

02/02/2026

Delighted to share that this new collection of essays and reflections on Matrescence is out now.

My own essay explores how the messy interruption of our Matrescence might be of deep and lasting value beyond our baby years.

Such a pleasure to be part of this collection, edited with such a steady, wise hand by .es.harrold alongside other brilliant contributors .shakara .parish

And thanks to Andrea O’Reilly and all at

04/01/2026

21/12/2025

swim with and new friends at

🥶 but joyful !

21/11/2025

Im delighted to share that an essay I wrote on ‘Interruption in Motherhood’ will be published in a collection titled Mother Becoming: Reflections and Scholarship on Matrescence, edited by .es.harrold and published by next February.

Through scholarship and storytelling alike, Mother Becoming unearths the multidimensional, kaleidoscopic nature of matrescence while also highlighting research, policy and practice recommendations to better support mothers.

It was a joy to write this piece and I’m so excited to see it come into the world early next year.

You can preorder copies via linkinbio, with a 20% discount using code MOTHERS.

06/11/2025

mum / granny / me circa 1986

26/10/2025

Off out for a pint of milk 🪩

10/10/2025

Walking in the dark

25/07/2025

In an artwork from a number of years ago photographer Rose Lynn-Fisher captured under a microscope the different patterns and shapes of our tears. Tears of grief, joy, frustration, ending, beginning, fear. Onion tears.

I have wondered often these last few days - what do tears of hunger look like?
Or tears of being unable to feed your child?
Tears if you are a baby who does not understand?
Tears of parents holding a dead child?
What of my tears of helplessness when I drag my finger over the hollow eyes of a child on my Instagram feed?

Are there traces of these starving children’s tears streaming down my cheeks?

What does that mean if this is so?

Does tapping in to this deep remembering and connection make any difference at all?

Will it save even one dear, precious life?

Let your tears flow and then do what you can - write to public representatives, march, boycott, speak up, donate.

To read more, head to my newsletter via link in bio.

14/07/2025

11/07/2025

Over on my newsletter I’ve written about the small acts of tending to bodies other than our own and how powerful they can be. Here’s an excerpt, full post link in bio.

A number of years ago my eldest son grew unwell while we were travelling in Thailand. A torpor overcame him and his fever raged at 40 degrees. In the local health centre I took him to late at night on the third day of his sickness, a nurse asked that he be undressed down to his underwear. Two more nurses soon arrived with a blue plastic basin filled with cool water and two white flannel clothes neatly folded over the rim. Underneath the bright fluorescent lights of the emergency room two of the nurses began to wash his burning body. Beginning at his forehead and moving gently and methodically down his torso - neck, chest, arms, fingers, belly, legs, feet, toes - they washed him from head to toe. Three times they washed him this way, a silent, gentle ritual in the bright sterile emergency room. It was so intimate and tender, this washing of my son.