Things I owned on moving into my last flat in Dublin: One very large grey suitcase, full of clothes. A couple of boxes of books and other mementos from my time in Mozambique. A bicycle. A digital piano. Prints from an an artist in Nambia (1 framed, 1 unframed) and a painting of a fat…
I google 'working from home with baby' and the first image is of a calm mama, hair immaculate, baby in a carrier on her chest as she happily taps away on a laptop perched on a pristine kitchen counter. I am that woman. I skillfully multitask, answering emails as I prepare scones, all the while…
My two-year-old makes his way up the stairs and I follow, leaving the November rain behind us for now. We reach the top of the stairs and somebody helps with the latch on the safety gate, somebody else smiles in welcome. I stand with a baby strapped to my chest and a toddler clinging to…
