When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation it sometimes floats forth and opens.
I am the woman I grew to be partly in spite of my mother and partly because...
If you've never felt that you quite got a hold of it you just feel that...
Family life was wonderful. The streets were bleak. The playgrounds were bleak. But home was always warm. My mother and father had a great relationship. I always felt 'safe' there.
