I have become the crazy bunny lady. Last night, after fetching Shadow from a far flung corner of the neighbourhood, I walked back home along the road with him tucked under my arm.
After being missing ...
Last Sunday, Julia Pitt and I did a presentation for the Business and Professional Women’s Association of Bermuda.
We combined success coaching and nutrition to discuss, ‘Is having it all hurting you...
Hop hop, here comes the Easter Bunny! With a basket of eggs and a bag full of Peeps, he has already made his delivery to the pharmacy. A walk through Phoenix brought me out in a cold sweat this mornin...
Some houses are ruled by the parents. Some are ruled by the kids. I suspect very few are ruled by a bunny. And yet somehow ours is. How did that happen? Shadow, the free-range bunny, is now an officia...
I’ve now popped our Beat the Couch signs up along East Broadway and North Shore for a little marketing blitz.
I took great care to make sure they were perfectly aligned. I even drove past them again ...
I’m writing this cross-legged on the sofa, clutching a hot herbal tea and wondering what to chat to you about this week. I’m surrounded by a sea of pistachio shells, carefully constructed toys the kid...
Well, hasn’t it been quite the week? Challenging politics in a small environment makes for an intense atmosphere.
After ten amazing years, and with a Bermudian husband and children, I have invested ev...
Another week, another domestic saga. This time, the girls have befriended a pet bunny who lives on our development and hops between the houses. They have called it Cottontail although other people cal...
Since having kids, all sorts of strange things have happened to my food. I have discovered glitter in my cereal and crayons in my tea. I have rescued Strawberry Shortcake from the bottom of a bag of n...
Well here we are, happy 2015! I always love the surge of optimism a new year brings. Our bodies are sludgy and hurting and sloshing with drink but we are determined to get ourselves together.
I am no...
