Being Mummy

  A poem about becoming a mother, written earlier this year when my daughter¬†would have been about 20¬†months old. Being mum Being me Which one is better? Which one is true? I sometimes wish I could do the maths, but I don't think it's a conundrum, a puzzle to be solved. It's a paradox. Becoming … Continue reading Being Mummy


When worlds collide

Saturday morning, I was driving along in the big ol' comfy car*, an old-school hip hop mixtape playing through blowing speakers, on my way to a plant and seed exchange to give a talk about native Portuguese plants. I'm struck, not for the first time, by the unlikely juxtapositions- someone who is into bangin' beats … Continue reading When worlds collide