When death comes knocking at your door on some idle Tuesday afternoon.

At 32 and a mum of young children you shouldn’t be at a funeral directors choosing what clothes to bury your husband in or standing in a room of caskets deciding which to buy to lay him to rest in. This is my story of how I came to be in this moment and my journey with grief. I hope one day if my kids ever want to know more detail about what happened they read this. This is also for them. Who knows when or if the time will ever be right for them to read this.

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Parent – why be one…. my why.

With so many choosing to not have children because they think it to hard and constricting to their lifestyle I ask myself why choose to be a parent, why do we give up our childless freedoms. The truth is that children require adjustments and changes to your lifestyle, they drain your finances. You have to... Continue Reading →

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