Auto-correct, spellcheck, predictive text — all so useful, and yet so, so annoying. Recently I signed an e-mail “Best Retards”. Resorting to shorthand afterwards and signing off “Best”, I actually wro...
Last week I wrote about Jenna and that’s a little hard to follow. The highs and lows of our domestic life seem less significant these days. It’s a sense of perspective that I am trying not to lose. Ev...
If you knew that tomorrow you would have to start the fight of your life, for your life, would it change how you viewed today?
Would you complain about your hair, knowing that soon it would fall throu...
After a two-week holiday with the girls I am finally home, happy and jet-lagged …. and forever grateful for the invention of the iPad.
Our return journey began with a four-hour coach ride, continued ...
Week two of Natural Kids camp and I am in need of some ear plugs. We have more children and a higher percentage of boys so the decibels have cranked up somewhat.
But aside from the assault on my ear d...
Another late-night note from the kitchen! This has been the first week of Natural Kids camp and it’s been exhausting, amazing fun. We’ve had 22 kids doing yoga, popping pistachios, cooking healthy bro...
Our little Belle will be four in a few weeks. The time has passed in a joyous, sleep-deprived haze. Rare are the nights when we are woken repeatedly, but the work-life juggle often means laundry and l...
In a surprising twist, Naughty Nana has been not-so-naughty lately. There has been a lot of babysitting and very little in the way of contraband treats.
Aside from stealing the last kid’s juice box to...
This week we have a very short note from the kitchen of a mad woman. I have been cooking non-stop for four days straight, have chocolate chips in unusual places and baking powder in my eyebrows. By th...
“You run like a girl!”, “that’s so gay!”…. it’s amazing how harmless these throwaway comments seemed a few years ago.
Now, as the Mum of two girls, I am desperate for our little generation to grow up ...
