I always assumed I would have children — in the same unthinking way I assumed I would make the same money as my parents or live in the same kind of house.
But, as the years ticked by, motherhood never presented itself as an option. I’ve been single most of my life. At 30, I moved to New York and was far too distracted to hear the tick-tock of my biological clock.
It wasn’t until I landed back in England,