Silent Sunday
Mother in law
She arrives, as usual, like a bulldozer in a children’s sandpit. ‘Permesso?’ (meaning ‘can I come in?’) she screeches, in her exhaust-pipe-scraping-tarmac voice. Unhusband’s mother, the mother unlaw from Italy, or Nonna, as she’s known to J and D, has only one volume: ear splitting. And believes in … [Read more...]
FEAR
Sometimes it consumes me. The fear that something dreadful is lurking in my DNA. That somewhere in that unseen double helix lies a chink in my genetic makeup. Bad biology. The doctor is round and avuncular. He examines the network of moles on my back, like a game of join-the-dots. ‘I’m going to refer you to the … [Read more...]
I want my boobs back!

Dear boob-loving toddler, We have shared some beautiful moments together, but I think it’s time to move on. Now that you are almost two and a quarter, I would really like my body back. Obviously it will never go back to the way it was before you and your brother ransacked it, but what I’m saying is that my … [Read more...]



