Past Imperfect
What do you do when you've just discovered something heartbreaking about your mother’s childhood? So tragic. Makes Angela’s Ashes look like a sitcom. The old eye taps won't stop leaking. Too sad to tell the story. Maybe one day. But for now, all you can say is, the power of motherhood, of survival, love and hope and the heroism of those close to us is overwhelming sometimes. Kind of renders a blog devoted to documenting the trials and tribulations of a middle-class mother’s rocky road to parenthood futile.

But who said it was ever going to be anything else?