My name’s Rachel. Timothy and I met over a game of badly played chess when we were still young enough not to need moisturiser, and once he’d promised never to teach me chess again, we got married in March 2008. I’m a sometime editor and copywriter, and fit it in alongside baby food and finger painting. He does computers, and by golly, he does them very well.
We spent three years just loving each other’s company, and then boys arrived to make things even better. Henry is the sort of three-year-old who never walks when a sprint and yell will do the job better, and harbours a serious ambition to be a trapeze artist. We adore everything about him, even the stunt jumping. Last summer we added a second tiny Jeffcoat to the mix: Edward (called Teddy) has spent the last year growing dandelion hair and chubby cheeks, learning how to crawl on turbo-charge, and surviving his brother’s enthusiastic attentions. He’s the sort of sweetheart you count yourself lucky to meet.
I write about cooking and the arts; love and marriage; the grit and glory of mothering small, determined people covered in baked beans and worse. I believe in telling true stories, and creating kind spaces to honour yours.
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