Facial Hair Confuses Babies. One of a number of random observations from an unprepared, unreliable and neurodiverse parent. This ...er... thingy, diatribe, publication, list, call it what you will is a collection of odd thoughts, random observations and general rubbish from the sleep deprived and generally caffeine-infused brain of a slightly frazzled parent. As with most parents, I'm still growing up alongside my kids and have realised that often they're probably more mature than I am. More intelligent too. Make of it what you will... a paper aeroplane seems like a good idea.... fold here...

Words aren't always your friend. Angel knows that. She's seven, but her soul is so much older than that. She's seen things, she'd been through things. This is her story, and the only question that matters is: Will she survive?