Knowing better

When I was ten years old, I had a best friend. Her name was Helen. She lived ten minutes up the road on a smallholding with ponies (!) and had her own (rickety, damp-smelling) caravan, where we used to spend our afternoons hiding from our little brothers, singing Jason & Kylie songs, trying on lipstick … Continue reading Knowing better

Wishful thinking

I’m sure he’s purposely trying to move now, to influence his environment. When I lay him on the floor he twists his body as if trying to roll over. Sometimes I find him gripping his toy or his blanket. When I hold him I think I can feel his arms curling round, holding me back. … Continue reading Wishful thinking