The Women in my Life

The Women in my Life

I am a woman’s woman. A girl’s girl. A fully signed up member of the sisterhood, sans travelling pants. If you are a woman, chances are I’ll have your back. If we are friends, I…

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A Midnight Feast

A Midnight Feast

Next to me in bed, my 5-year old is sleeping. His legs have kicked off the duvet and his right arm is slung across my chest. This is a new habit of ours whenever the Greek God(zilla) is away.…

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Life before social media

Life before social media

I joined Facebook in 2007. I didn’t really want to sign-up, nor did I particularly understand what it was used for. Especially when people I had not seen or heard from in years started poking me.  But then…

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Kids’ Artwork… and what to do with it?

Kids’ Artwork… and what to do with it?

Since my son could first hold a crayon between his chubby little fingers, he has been producing mini masterpieces of art. There are vibrant paintings, simple drawings and playful scribbles. Some were painted using his fingers, others with a sponge…

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Scared of Blogging

Scared of Blogging

I’ve been writing about my life on the internet for a little over 4-years.  I have told stories about my family, shared my experiences of miscarriage, confided many of my insecurities, and trusted you with all the wonky…

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Five going on fifteen

Five going on fifteen

I’ve noticed a shift in attitude from my 5-year old boy recently.  He has always known his own mind and has never been afraid to ask for what he wants, exactly when he wants it. But,…

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In Your Face

In Your Face

I looked at myself in the mirror yesterday, not just to guide a face wipe over day-old mascara or while absent-mindedly brushing my hair, but I really looked at myself. I examined my face from grey-roots to neck.…

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House of Dust

House of Dust

We are having work done on our house at the moment. The walls in our hallway, living room and front bedrooms are being stripped, plastered and painted from ceiling to floor. When it is finished, it will…

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My Miracle Baby

My Miracle Baby

They call them miracle babies, the ones conceived after years of unexplained infertility. The couples who try and try and try and then one day, when they are least expecting it, when they have all but given up…

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