Moleskine Pages- Blood Stained Memories

Outside catering didn't seem necessary when so much food was readily available. They ate in a greedy silence making sure to appreciate the offerings. Eating someone they loved was a bonding experience, a prayer for the dead eyes and blood stained memories.

Moleskine Pages- We Are Who Our Children Say We Are

She grew small extensions to her spiritual self, each one a fully functioning part of a divine plan/ plot to part her from reason; to paint her flesh tones with the blues, endow her extremities with super human grip and her heart with dead ended walkways. We are who our children say we are.

Moleskine Pages- It Doesn't Add Up

He knew he'd never grow up till he killed his parents. They knew he couldn't kill them if he remained a child. Who blinks first.

Moleskine Pages - Kill your Parents

The trick is to live with love and never get so obsessed with your own trip that you ignore your own children. Parents are not perfect. Parents can be selfish cunts.

Moleskine Pages - Warm Dogs

And we keep the dogs warm.

Moleskine Pages - Constitutional Motherhood

One by one my maternal duties fell away. I never consciously ticked off a list of lasts. The last bottle, story, button or bath. I am now, like the Queen, a figurehead. A constitutional mother. My mummy muscles at a loss, still yearning for their old job.... Wishing with a lump in my throat that I'd marked each occasion.

Moleskine Pages- Dry Vacancy

She rattled with a barren, dry, vacancy... So she carried children on the outside and grew flowers from her skin while she could.

Moleskine Pages - Eggs

' The journey began with eggs. Nothing could prepare the children for the sound or the feelings that grew out of the small, hard parcels of life.'

Moleskine Pages - The Guns Went Quiet

' It started with words and ended with three angels and four confused children that grew into four empty nut-shells sitting on a paternal lip.'  So many things I forget to remember.
A potted familial biography .