I can't say exactly when my mum forgot who I was. But one day out of the blue about two years ago, she asked me if my mother was still alive. We were sitting having tea and the question hung in the air for a few moments while I tried to process it and think … Continue reading Celebrating Mother’s Day when your mum no longer knows you
My dad was an artist, an upublished, unrecognised writer, painter, singer, photographer and craftsman. Like many of his generation, his life's work was the care of his family. In the evenings and at weekends, he would retreat to our small attic room to write, draw, or work on one of the model ships or carriages … Continue reading I am an artist!