Back from holiday and down to earth with a bump.
Although no one ever gives you sympathy when you tell them you’re going home to Bermuda, do they? And really, they’re right. We all live where most of ...
I’m somewhere deep in the South of France, hidden away in a falling down château that’s been woven back together with a thread of luxury. The floors are bowed and cracking, the walls are crumbling, bu...
It’s the first week of our holidays and Belle is in danger of turning into a strawberry. They’re in season over here in England and feel so affordable compared to Bermuda.
I went to the poshest of sh...
Three years ago Chloe decided we should sell cookies as a summer project for Open Airways and the SPCA.
It was the year our Holy Crap® cookies were born and she thought the name was so hysterical she...
So, we’re halfway through America’s Cup and just reached the other side of carnival. My newsfeed is packed with photos of people dancing and drinking and boating and drinking … I know there’s a large ...
I’ve been walking around all week feeling like there are rocks in my handbag. Life has been a blur recently, so there’s pretty much anything and everything in there. Changes of clothes, toys for the g...
Hello tank rain, we’ve been waiting! As much as I’ve loved the sun, the garden was getting crispy and our tank was running dry.
It’s amazing watching those heavy bands of cloud roll in. Therapeutic t...
It was Ladies’ Day on Wednesday — a whole day off work and hours of quality time with almost all of my best girls. The minor flaw in the plan was that the wind dropped which left us with only one thin...
By the time this prints, I’ll either be turning circles because we ran May 24, or I’ll be in a hospital wing at KEMH.
Worst-case scenario, my obituary will be on the next page. If it is, I hope it sa...
Naughty Nana has landed and the girls are beside themselves with excitement. There was the usual avalanche of generous gifts (mainly chocolate, dresses and shoes – how perfect!!) and then their very f...
