My husband, Mike, always bagged the window seat on planes,…
Fighting the need to gag, I ushered everyone inside, pasting…
When Mike and I returned to the living room the…
It felt like the middle of the night when I…
‘We come bearing gifts!’
The type of fostering Mike and I had originally been…
Finding out they were ‘in care’ upset the children dreadfully,…
It was a Saturday afternoon, towards the end of September,…
If I was frustrated by a lack of action on…
The main finding Anna wanted to share with me concerned…
The journey back home from Wales was a tense affair.
I had decided, during one of many bouts of sleeplessness…
It took Ashton some time to act normally around us…
I didn’t have a clue how to turn things around…
I called Anna the next morning. I felt helpless; I…
‘You know what?’ Mike said to me the following evening,…
I brooded about that meeting all week. After we’d left…
It had been such a delight to see Justin. He…
Only a couple of weeks after the birth of Olivia’s…
I grew more convinced, with every passing day, that these…
It wasn’t that I wanted to label the children –…
Just as had happened at Christmas, Easter passed almost unnoticed…
The call came from Anna just over a week later.
It was agreed that we’d say goodbye to the children…
This letter takes pride of place underneath the photograph of…