There are two types of women in this world. Those who can successfully shave their legs and master their bikini line, and those that can’t. If you have ever read this page before, you already know which one I am. Last week I strode into the gym, feeling all kinds of silky smooth.  When one…

It was coming up close to 9pm, I was upstairs, chatting to my eldest son about homework, the teenage years and I was on a flow. Like I was, in a rare moment, nailing parenting.  He was getting all the good shit – I was making a difference. Then a howl cut through the air,…

Many years ago I remember running my hands over my swollen stomach, feeling two babies bounce around with a vibrancy that I could only envy in my heavily pregnant state. I remember promising them as they lay inside the protectiveness of my womb that I would protect them always, love them furiously and never let…

Sometimes, its like living a life without rules, being the primary parent in failed family unit.  With no spouse to tell you no, you can eat cake at midnight with the kids.  Say yes to the pets they crave, that you know will fall to you to nuture, and in the main, do whatever you…

Today I have questioned my fitness. The last few weeks have been an orgy of carbs – and turns out, it is true.  Fill your engine with shite and your motor won’t go. I did a workout at the gym this morning, and my engine coughed, spluttered and then choked. It was an unpleasant sensation……