Until about six years ago, I treated my menstrual cycle synonymously with my period. The only thing I was keen to align was the absence of my period and my…

There’s a sliding scale of life on which a certain tipping point resets our years to start again in September, not January. Parenthood is a failsafe trigger.  ‘Hot girl summer’…

Astrid was facing me when I delivered her, lying on my side. I was only vaguely aware of my husband cutting her cord while we spent a few minutes alone,…