Growing up my mother always described me as independent and determined. She has previously recited tales of me disappearing in the evenings, taking myself off to bed when I was...
As soon as Autumn, my baby sister, was born I was enriched with an overwhelming need to protect. She was a perfect tiny little doll, with dark hair, dark eyes...
A worlds perception of a mother is someone who is nurturing and patient, selfless and affectionate, warm and kind. When I write about my own mother I struggle to find...