Sometimes being on my own with three children means I often resemble a pack horse. Laden down with bags, food, blankets, bikes, scooters. A day out can often be a workout for me…. I am…

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Aging can be a real bastard. I remember older women warning me when I was younger to appreciate all I had. My boobs that were pert, my chin that was hairless, my eyesight which was…

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I have three cats. I don’t give them as much blog attention as Rosie the stupid Labrador.  Predominantly because we don’t really get along as well, and I don’t really want to pander to their…

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The last twelve months of my life have been a cliché journey. I have worked really hard to ensure I am comfortable with who I am, how I look, and how I feel. I’ve made…

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Screens. Fortnight. Google. WhatsApp Snapchat Instagram My kids can use them all.  Like me, they rely on technology to live. I both hate and adore it, in equal measures. Because I don’t want my kids…

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