It is a grey, damp morning in 1993 and I am standing at a bus stop. Behind me, boys who are a few years older than me smoke cigarettes and jeer. I am covered in their saliva. I do mean covered – they have been spitting at me for over ten minutes. I have heard… Read More
It is 2.54 pm. I am standing outside the school gates. Other parents are gathered around, but they seem distant, their voices muffled. A few words drift by me… “Ohhh yes, mine is just like that since turning five! Sounds like we are in the same boat…” It is hard to join in. It is… Read More
You wear your heart on your sleeve. You need to hold back a little, develop a thicker skin. Don’t let it get to you so much. I’ve heard it so many times. Am I a natural victim? I am walking down a crowded high street pushing my little boy in his trike. He is nearly… Read More