Listen to the context, so you don't miss the message — My husband called me a 'beached whale' last night, an insult often used for an overweight, unattractive lady. My tender, sensitive heart was wounded the moment the words left his lips. He didn't mean to hurt my feelings. Believe it or not, he was actually trying to compliment me. …

How it's time to start a journey to self-love. — Someone once said to me, if you think you’re fat or unattractive in a photo, put the image away for two years and you’ll be surprised how you feel when you pull it out again. And it’s true. I remember feeling old and tired around the time I got engaged…

How I’ve slowed down and found myself again — In January, I wrote an article called ‘I Burnt Myself Out Being A Working Mom and Now I’m Having a Life Reset’. My daughter was nearly seven, and I‘d worked most of her young life. …

International Women’s Day was huge on social media. On my Facebook and Twitter anyway, I was bombarded on March 8th with stories of outstanding women who have made significant economic, political and social achievements. Think Marie Curie, Rosa Parks, Malala, Kamala Harris, Jacinda Ardern. Their faces flashed up on my…

It's Saturday. My husband and I had hoped we would be mending our broken front fence this weekend. Some pickets need replacing, and the wood and paint are downstairs, poised for action. We bought all the materials on Monday. That's less than a week ago we had expected today to…

And it's starting to make me question reality — When you go second-hand shopping, you must accept it's unlikely you'll find precisely what you want on the day. Sometimes there's an influx of shoes, sometimes all you will see is 80s furniture. Stock ebbs and flows throughout the year. …

Someone once told me the best toy your kid will ever get is you. It won’t be a cubby house or a cuddly toy. Not a bike or a sandpit. It will be a mom and dad who laugh, play games and search out adventure (pretend kind being the best). …

I've had a rough few weeks. I’ve felt like there have been mental bandages all around my fragile heart, keeping it carefully in place, and if they slipped even just a little, I'd burst into tears, and all would be over. During the past month, my son's childcare has started…