I heard your voice in a supermarket the other day, Moira. I turned around, really expecting to see you standing there. The woman who the voice belonged to regarded me quizzically while I stared at her face expecting yours to materialize. For a moment I forgot that you are dead. There is no light way …
Three…
My Dear Caris It seems like just the other day you were a thumpety-thump sound accompanying a grainy blob on a black and white screen. My surprise pregnancy. My "Oh my God, how am I going to tell your father" baby. I can still feel the tears stinging in the corners of my eyes when …
Baby Makes Six 