It's January 16th, we are half way through the first month of the year already and I've been reflecting the past few days on last year . . .
House plants make me happy, it's a simple as that. And there's more science to that statement than you may think on the surface. Plants . . .
Quite possibly the hardest lesson in life to learn, especially for us women, is that loving yourself is the beginning of love itself. . . .
I’m a natural worrier, prone to bouts of stress and anxiety. I was full of angst as a teen, and in my twenties spent far too much time . . .
Last month I took myself away for a weekend in Wales for Lou Archell’s Sisterhood Retreat. It was totally out of character for me to . . .
I’ve written and unwritten this post countless times. It was hard to find the right words, and uncomfortable at times to share personal . . .
Life as a single parent has been tough going, yet empowering. It’s a hard thing to put into words, but there is a distinct sense of . . .
Since I had Elsie, I’ve suffered on and off with anxiety. I think it is in part due to the trauma of her birth, the fact I didn’t know . . .
After years of being on the waiting list, we finally have a little allotment plot. Technically it is our friend's plot, . . .
Living for buttered hot cross buns, signs of Spring peeping through the earth, cups of tea, fresh flowers, frosty leaves and five year . . .