My mothers’ group goes camping every year. A lot has changed, but I’m grateful we still have each other | Holly Wainwright
Author Holly Wainwright reflects on her decade-long friendships with the women she met in a strip-lit shopping mall when her first child was a newborn
We knew it was coming. The camping trip when the kids would be up later than the parents, adult ears tuned in not for tears and temperatures but for tent zips flicking up and down at midnight, our alcohol audited and phone trackers at hand.