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

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

G av drove home, glancing up at the ...