[Quick write: series of stolen journal moments to help me process my mothers cancer diagnosis] I am in the supermarket, doing normal things, Wrestling toddlers into tiny seats, Filling the trolley, All the fruits, enough fish to sink a ship, Pastries, meats, box juice, Things I don’t usually buy, but life is too short, right?Continue reading “My Mum is Dying”
A bumbling Mama, striving for my best life without making too much of a mess or pissing too many people off.
Woke on No sleep 