Writing comes easy to me. I started writing when I was 9. I wrote a poem about a Tiger. I got Continue reading
But, I have a real problem with ACCEPTING things. Gifts, compliments, random acts of other people’s kindness.
I collect feathers and lavender, designer vintage handbags and boy, oh boy, do I collect random people
Dear Kids Whilst no parent has all the answers and whilst this mama is constantly, still learning, know this for Continue reading
He never looks across at his PlayDoh, nor does he squeeze in a quick trip to the fridge before he allows his body to melt.
I was drawn to a lady. I saw her in the window. Not in an Amsterdam Red Light District Continue reading
Why I was late today, why my iPad is pregnant and why I hate yoga.
In that moment, my skinny little self realised the power and magic of how a simple story, can be told over and over again and have the desired effect over and over again. I was enchanted.