Dads

Dear mum’s of growing boys. Help me! My son is six. He is wading clumsily through days heavy with adventure. Sticky ice creams and skimming his knees climbing anything in…

My words may be clumsy, stumbling, likely sound self-involved. Perhaps they are. Honesty and raw feelings don’t always translate smoothly onto a page the way my heart wants them to.…

I have a father, obviously, it is a biological must for procreation. (Unless my mother is some kind of reproduction wizard, or is a biblical dungarees wearing miracle.) My dad…

Shared parenting, co parenting, separate parents…So many words and so many feelings. Two days a fortnight. Friends urge me to drink copious amounts of wine when my little boy visits…