Jumping on the bandwagon (and falling back off)

One night a few years ago, I was out for dinner with a group of mums from the school (this bunch - I still miss them). One woman who is particularly wise and funny and interesting to talk to was telling us about a book she'd just read. A book about the life changing magic ...

The Last Day – Diary of a House Move

The Last Full Day It's our last day. Yesterday was our last time doing school pickup and coming back to this house, the same house we've come home to every day since they started school. I didn't say it as we pulled into the driveway. The kids have been so sad about leaving, they didn't need ...

Christmas Through Their Eyes

My eyes water. Wind, sharp and stinging, pushes my hood down and  drives me back. I lean in, but not in a Sheryl Sandberg way. I've got 58 minutes and five tasks. Stocking fillers. A fancy gift box. A Secret Santa pick-up. Stamps. A book. Dark shapes huddle under hoods, rushing in all directions, maybe ...

The best of… no, wait, all the books I read this year

Last week I wrote about the books my kids loved this year - 28 recommendations from my kids to yours - so this week I thought I'd post about the books I loved in 2018. There are lots of "best books" newspaper articles and blog posts at the moment, and at first I thought about trying ...

28 Book Recommendations From my Kids to Yours

One night a few months ago, I made a third attempt to get my six-year-old interested in Cabin Fever, a Diary of a Wimpy Kid book by Jeff Kinney. I read it for him as his bedtime story, promising he could have a second story if he didn't like it. There may have been an ulterior ...

What is Imposter Syndrome and how do you shush that voice?

“We want you to be branch manager.” I hung up the phone, those out-of-the-blue words still ringing in my ears. It was 2006, and my department was being outsourced to another financial services company. And now apparently they needed a branch manager. I was thrilled - for a whole millisecond. Then the doubts started creeping ...

And then the lights went out…

Five o'clock Thursday. Peak domesticity. The washing machine was swirling. The dishwasher was whirring. The sausage rolls for Friday's lunch boxes were half-cooked. The shower was running, the heat was  heating, the lights were on. Until suddenly, mid spelling-test-prep, they weren't. The house was in darkness. Myself and the spelling-test-prepper looked at each other, then she ran ...