A Drake's Progress

To other eyes, my daughter might not have looked especially engaged. Compared to some of the hardcore teeny, tiny, indie kids jumping and d...

It came sooner than expected. My mobile rang. “Mum, I’m here.” She’d walked the whole way to school on her own.  I told her she’d d...

If you look closely at this photograph, in the distance, you’ll see a figure in a purple coat. If you look again, you’ll notice tha...

We decided to do the old home-made sweepstake for today’s Grand National. I took the kids round to Nanna and Grandad’s, we snipped ou...

My daughter’s voice sometimes carries a long way. Some of her statements seem perfectly timed to ring out and shatter those odd occasiona...

My daughter’s school holiday sleepover tradition with her PWSBFF (Prader-Willi Syndrome Best Friend Forever) was upheld this week. Fi...

We headed back from the hospital. In the boot was a bag of scrubs and ointments that have to be administered to various parts of my d...