Looking through old photos in my dad's house one afternoon, I found a picture I had never seen before. It was taken in the early 80's and showed a group of us on picnic at the beach. Studying it gave me a surge of nostalgia for a time I don't remember at all, and made me wish for ...
What makes a holiday?
Back at the scene of the crime
Snapshot of a woman on the cusp
Sisters are doing it for themselves
I am the mean-mom who doesn't let my kids have new toys when it's not Christmas or birthdays, despite the fact that every single child in the school goes to Smyths EVERY SUNDAY to buy new toys - these are the same children who apparently all have their own YouTube channels, own iPhones, are allowed ...
Wash, rinse, repeat – the truth about afternoons
As anyone who works mornings and looks after kids in the afternoon knows, it's a day of two distinct halves. The morning is busy-busy, trying to cram in every last drop before the imaginary school-run klaxon sounds, and tools must be downed. Like the no-nonsense bell in a TV game show, ignoring the unsent email, the uneaten ...
Take me to the beach: A weekend in Malaga with my BFFs
And then the pieces fell into place
"So what did you do for St Patrick's Day?" asked our lovely optician on Monday. "Did you go into the parade?" "No..." said the child. "Did you watch it on TV?" "No, Dad was watching the match, so we didn't see it." I jumped in then, quick to clarify that I'd been at a wedding, so my husband had stayed ...