A real natural

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her

SELINA positioned the six-week-old baby in the soft, knitted cocoon she used for the purpose. She smiled at the little boy, having a photo shoot with his proud parents. As a younger woman she’d relish

THANKS, Grandma. How did you know I love koalas?” My grandaughter Kezia throws her arms around me and kisses my cheek. Although it’s been almost four years since my last visit, it feels as though I’ve

Mae pulled her car in close to the curb, directly opposite the small two-bedroom bungalow belonging to her grandmother. She paused for a moment. Mae made a conscious effort to visit at least once a we

Four views of modern maternity

Do I miss having babies? I don’t think I do. It’s been a quarter of a century since I’ve had crumbled biscuits, loose Crayola crayons and leaking drinks cartons rattling around in my bag. Now, I often