In 2000, Nicci Gerrard explored five facets of the fraught, freighted business of modern mothering.
Dorothy’s mother died when she was 11, but it took her five years to accept it. ‘She was this living, pulsating thing inside me.’ Other people’s stories and memories were just confusing: ‘To me, she was just Mum.’ It took her a long time to dare to imagine motherhood herself, but when she had children, ‘I found her again… I can see her. I talk to her.’
