It was great to find this honest tale in the inbox yesterday – only relief for this UK mum who found escape from a toxic situation when her kid left home. It’s not always doom and gloom when they go … “When my kid left home? Well, there is a story … I couldn’t wait. As simple and as harsh as that. I simply could … Continue reading Peace at last … Story from a (very) relieved mum.
My daughter had the biggest room in the house. Two windows onto the garden, framing an old wooden desk from her father’s youth. Opposite, a wall of shelves groaning with fantasy fiction, dystopian futures, botanical analysis, Harper Lee and JK Rowling, maths and chem, pop ups, falling apart antique, Leunig, Sean Tan, Shakespeare. And among this, all manner of little bits, things, images, oddities, reflective … Continue reading A sense of betrayal – who’d have thunk it