It's been a very strange autumn. The time is scrambled in my head. There are ghosts all around us, and not just the ones who flitted about at the weekend. I have been in and out of the house in town which is full of ghosts. I dream of Xiomara at least once a week. Even the ghost of myself has been looking at me out of my own daughter's eyes ( Read more... )

Goodness, I'm exhausted. It seems we've been nearly every place in the last few days. Hieronymous and I arrived Friday and as usual when Sirius is in charge of things, it has been nonstop activity every single day: Diagon Alley, motorcycles, and things I don't even quite remember. The house is still abuzz with activity, which is a delight, ( Read more... )

Things have been a bit more active out here on the farm of late. Our son is about to return from a summer spent visiting nearly every Ravenclaw of his year, it seems; I suppose Wales really isn't all that exciting when you think about it, but it is home. The last bit I've spent tidying up the gardens and having some long but important ( Read more... )

Ted is at some sort of baking convention. I don't know, people stand around talking about flour. It isn't very interesting. We firechat every night. I miss him dearly ( Read more... )

From the column:

The Tonks home has always been an early to rise sort of place, and never is this more welcome than in the summer. We are up with the sun rather than before it, and we can enjoy the light before the heat of the day settles into our little valley. My husband was always used to rising early, growing up nearly in a bakery as he did ( Read more... )

My name is Andromeda Tonks. Once upon a time, not so very long ago, it was Andromeda Black. But I gave up that name to bring a life into this world.

I love my children very much, but I don't think they are much like me. I loved my sisters very much once upon a time, but they are certainly not like me at all. Blood will not out. Blood has ( Read more... )

I find myself, at the ripe old age of 38, about to be a grandmother. I must say, I am surprised. Given that I became a mother at such a tender age, I knew that it was entirely likely that I would be a young grandmother. However, have you met my daughter ( Read more... )

I have never been so sick in my entire life as I was two weeks ago. (Well, except when I was carrying my children. The first trimester was never kind to me.) They had to run three "archive" columns in the magazine. I couldn't even hold a quill for a week ( Read more... )

Nymphadora was home for a few days this week before moving on to take her new position at Hogwarts School, so I took advantage of an extra pair of hands to reorganize our storage space in the attic. It is so very important to use these winter days for these sorts of homekeeping projects that one never has time for in the busy months of spring, ( Read more... )

How odd to have these again, after so long. They only remind me of good friends that I used to talk to, that I won't be able to now. (Also, I'm very afraid I will learn a good deal more about my daughter than is healthy for a mother to know.) I'm afraid that it crept its way into my column this week as well. I don't feel quite ready to put any ( Read more... )