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Happy Mother's Day if you're Happy Mother's­ Day­ing.

Just so you know, mine will include several loads of laundry, packing and unpacking the dishwasher, picking up dog poop, wrestling a couple of chickens, and a card that might make me choke up.

But to those who've lost their mother, or who have lost a child. To those who have struggled to become a parent and it hasn't yet happened. To those who have struggled to have a relationship with their parents or their children, and it isn't possible. I see you.

There is no one-size-fits-all. These days that are meant to be 'perfect' celebrations are tough for all of us.

Happy Imperfections Day. We are all fucking beautiful.

xox

So, by spooky coincidence with Mother’s' Day, it's been all about Ancient Rome round here in Tweddley Manor of late. And you might think that the two are completely not connected, in which case you'd be completely wrong. No, my mother was not, in fact, Ancient Roman, but as with all things,