Come to my pity party, everyone’s welcome (virtual guests only obvs). This blog is both a personal moan and a plea for compassion.
Thoughts on how to survive the trauma of transition when readjusting to family life apart.
The pressure to be perfect when you spend time together as an interrupted family can often be overwhelming. This post looks at my long history with that feeling, and links it to my complicated love affair with my dream meal. The Sunday Roast.