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A Mother’s Thoughts and Fears

It’s 630 in the morning, and outside, the sky is dark, but not so black as my mood. Carys is on her way to the children’s hospital in Dublin, and I’m sitting here, chain-drinking coffee while my heart… Read More

More than just a Toothbrush

Last week, Carys got a new toothbrush. Not just any old toothbrush, but a Dr Barman’s toothbrush. It has a flat head which looks like two tiny brushes stuck together at an angle. It fits perfectly over her… Read More