I am delighted to have ‘5.15am’, a poem from ‘Swimming Underwater’ in the latest issue of @junomagazine – thanks for having me! It’s really apt that it’s landed on our doormat today. I started writing when I found things a bit difficult, I started a conversation with words, with pen and paper, with myself and with others. It is ongoing and I am so happy that I did 💜#timetotalk #oktosay
Juno magazine – promoting a natural approach to family life, conscious parenting, sustainability, non-violence, spiritual awareness and creativity – is available across the UK in branches of WH Smith’s and independent health food and family stores.
There’s been a lot of real talk today, and it’s been so awesome. To all those I haven’t seen enough of lately, big love and here’s to more really real talk 🤜🤛👊✌️💜#timetotalk
Something this way comes…watch this space 👀 –
“Daughter, sister, mother, child, woman you are amazing.”
Manchester I am coming for you! I am so hyped and honoured beyond belief to be joining the cast of speakers in May at Pregnant Then Screwed Live – The UK Festival of Motherhood and Work created and curated by the incredibly inspiring Joeli, the wonderful woman behind @pregnant_then_screwed (the movement to end pregnancy / maternity discrimination). I am genuinely in awe of what she does, what she has done thus far and where she is going. Starting essential and challenging conversations and literally helping to change things for the better for all of us. I can’t wait for the event, if you’re coming please do give me a shout, there are so many people I can’t wait to meet. I’ll be reading some of my poems. Thank you Joeli for having me. See you all there! 💜
I wrote and posted my first poem and started @tatterhood_ 364 days ago. Things I would never have imagined and people I would never have met have crossed my path and the last year has been such a bloody brilliant adventure. Thanks to all who have read, bought, listened and supported. It’s been quite the ride. I am a huge fan of giving things a go to see what might happen and of generally making it up as you go. I think I’m going to keep that all up. It’s sometimes easy to write off women, to write off pregnant women, to write off mothers, to write off women over 40. To those who would do so I would say better be careful with all that, we’ve only just started 💋✌️😘😍❤️
Pregnancy and Babyloss Awareness Week starts today. As with so many things it can be really bloody hard to talk about this, whether it is something you are experiencing yourself or someone that you care for. Sometimes too much crying can happen alone in dark rooms and too much sadness felt in isolation. This really is a subject to talk about together 💜
Replay / Rewind ✨ I wrote this last night at bedtime, my current favourite time of day, where we read together and it seems like nothing else matters in the whole world. Of all the things, the small ones are my favourite. I hope to remember them all 💜
I went in to check on Arthur last night sleeping, and then sat on the edge of my bed wondering for a moment if we were doing ok, if we were good enough, hoping he’s happy. I wondered if you always feel like this, knowing that you’re doing your best but never really knowing if you’re getting it right. One thing it made me sure of was that I’d call my own mother first thing in the morning, and that l’d tell her and make sure she knew that she did a great job. And that I love her very much.
“Most ferocious beating heart,
my love is written deep.
Symbiotic, side by side,
child I miss you when you sleep.”
I love how these words sounds as they roll around my mouth. The purest iteration of my love for Arthur.
My poem written for the #twelvemonthsofmotherhood calendar curated by @mother_like_no_other for Women’s Aid, available from her site now 💜 – beautiful illustration by @thislakshmi xxx
✨Swimming Underwater – online to order now ✨
I felt a bit lost one morning at the start of 2017 sat in the dark with my beautiful child, trying to comfort him and help him find sleep. The tiredness was getting to us all. I started to write a poem in the dark, and it helped put it all in order. I kept writing poems. I can’t believe that at the close of the year I have been lucky enough to have a book in print for Great Ormond Street and also to be publishing my own book, the poems written in the early hours. Here it is, on pre order now. Thank you so very much for reading my poems, for all the support and encouragement. This really is a labour of my love. Here’s to never knowing what’s around the corner and to keeping on swimming. Much love 🏊♀️