All Grown Up

I realise my daughter is only three, but it still gets to me every time she matures in some way or learns something new. Just the other day I nearly got teary when she used the word "delicate" correctly.¬†And now that she's started school, moments of "I wish she wouldn't grow up so quickly" are... Continue Reading →

Odd is the New Velvet

When Iris was born, her cousins' gargantuan collection of books hadn't yet arrived and her then library comprised only a few cloth books. I had learned that when reading to infants, it doesn't matter what you read, it's how you read it that matters. So for the first couple weeks, Iris heard The English Patient¬†in... Continue Reading →

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