Separation Anxiety 

   I'm sitting in the departure lounge at Heathrow, waiting to board my flight to New York. I'm on my own, there are no sticky hands or snotty noses. And while I know that those hands and noses will still need wiping when I get back, I can't help but worry... About everything.  The babies … Continue reading Separation Anxiety 


The Return

I never thought that holding down a full time job and dealing with the twins morning and night would somehow mean I had less time to write than when I had two newborns. For some reason I thought that when I was back at work, in front of a computer for (say) eight hours a … Continue reading The Return