Small, slow steps took us further.
“I grew up with my brother and sister on a small, quiet road in north Bristol. We had twins next door, twin girls across the road and two more down the street. I believed that multiple-birth children were numerous and our lives no more novel than the next child’s.”
A big thank you to TAMBA (Twins and Multiple Births Association) for publishing my article on twinship, individuality, and finding the right path.
Ingested in even the smallest of doses, the foxglove can kill a human. Yet the bee survives. To be reminded of our vulnerability in the face of a flower is both exciting and humbling.