Alexei Perry Cox (untitled)
Is it strange that I don’t remember the surgeries on my childhood uterine cysts / That being a woman as a young girl was that unconceivable on my own body / That even after having conceived and born children I…
Refuge by Rebecca Wickens
I am baking a refuge for you and for me. The foundation is sweet butter, white flour, brown sugar, fresh eggs with golden centres, baking powder, spicy cinnamon and sea salt. I pour and smooth the foundation into the pan…
About Hope
I’ve been circling blog topics for days. Epigenetics and mothering for example. Then. Someone recently asked me how I can still hope. It was in the context of world events and specifically, the shootings in New Zealand. I thought immediately,…
Where is the (M)?
My children’s birth mothers inform my “othering” every day. As an adoptive mother, I am always and all the time looking for the (M) … under beds where mismatched socks wait to be found, in wet laundry gone stank because…
