“What do you want to be when you grow up, Mummy?” “I want to be your mummy. Always.” She is dissatisfied. “No! What do you want to be?” I twitch a little inside as my… View Post
Home. Is it where the heart is? Is it a place? A feeling? A sense of belonging? If you’re a regular visitor to this blog, you will know we relocated from the UK to Australia… View Post
Dear daughters, My greatest fear is that I will look back on this time in our lives and wish I had done it differently. The times I fail to show love or anger too quickly… View Post
There is a huge climbing web in a playground near our house. I recently watched my girls navigate their way up, down and along the ropes, taking risks to work their way to the top.… View Post
The year is 28 BC (i.e. I am 28 years old and it’s “before children”). My husband and I have booked a week off work and we’re paging the Lonely Planet magazine, feeling overwhelmed by… View Post
