Kids, One of you asked me today if you were fat…. Have I failed you? It is the one question I don’t want you to ever want to ask. I know my answer annoys you… “You have fingernails – you are NOT fingernails.” You will at parts of your life have body fat.  Be it…

Age is everything the stereotypes say it will be. I found myself last Saturday night at one am in a retro club dancing away to tunes that I recall being in the Top 10. Around me, danced a generation of children – young adults who were light years closer to my children’s age than my…

The week has been an extensive ego boost so far. The decline in my body confidence that started over the weekend with my daughters reference to my hairy rear has reached boiling point tonight with my eldest child. Which is ironic really – since I spent yesterday at a photo shoot for a national newspaper…

Life is speeding by at the moment.  I find myself in a circle of apologising to friends for being absent – and then being more absent. As the kids grow up, the time for me seems to shrink.  I have become that woman who presses her nose up against the window in jealousy when she…

To my little girl, Today you turn nine. Which sounds perilously close to ten. I’m not ready for you to be that old yet. You are.  Since birth you have been a bouncing ball of energy and confidence.  Brimming with self belief, over flowing with character, you are my child who has always gotten away…