Sawyer's Adventures in Thomas Land. 1 woman, 1 man. 1 girl, 1 boy, 1 train. And a diagnosis of ASD
You’d think that, given the huge amount of trust needed to put your child into a taxi each day, that the local authority would be sympathetic and helpful in finding the right service for each child. Unfortunately that simply isn’t true. Lloyd rode in the taxi with Sawyer for the first few days, and although… Continue reading Guardian Angels Part One
When we got home on Sawyer's last day at his old school, he ran upstairs with his goodbye card, and slid it under his bed. In the days that followed, he would periodically become emotional, but he quickly recovered himself, and would insist he didn't want/need to talk about it. School holidays used to disrupt… Continue reading Trivial Pursuit
I rarely get emotional when my children have birthdays. I've never been the mum saying 'slow down, time' or 'please stop growing!' because, frankly, the early days were hard and I enjoy mumming more and more as they get older. I know you're not supposed to say that, but there we have it - for… Continue reading A Decade of You
Whenever I’ve collaborated on a piece of writing, it has involved everything you would imagine it would: research, brainstorming, numerous conversations with ideas bouncing off one-another, and the merging of memories and thoughts. But with Sawyer as my co-writer, things will need to be a little different. Brainstorming now will consist of ideas being breathlessly… Continue reading The Next Chapter
Hi. Ahem. Hello. You can’t tell but I’m blowing dust from my laptop and awkwardly smiling like I have a guilty secret to tell. I don’t. I don’t think? Maybe we'll find out. But first thing’s first – I hope you’re OK. I hope you are well, and I hope that if you are well,… Continue reading Ghost Writer