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Too much choice?

Are we the generation that just have too many options?

Dreams Don’t Expire

When I was 8 if you had asked me what I want to be when I grow up my answers were as colourful as my prized Care Bear lunch box…pilot, lawyer, doctor, painter, architect, ballerina, astronaut, UN leader, journalist, news reader, butcher, baker, candlestick maker…and I truly believed I could be any one of those on any given day, and perhaps moonlight in one I was less keen on in the evenings!

Fail Like a Boss

I was sent an email last week congratulating me on my sons acceptance into Forest School.

Love yourself

This blog is for everyone who contacted me in private or public about one of my previous blogs ‘ Freedom’.

We’re all equal in the sky…

So my most recent flight from Switzerland to London has taken me awhile to recover from.

Freedom

Growing up without a father I always wondered what happened between my parents.

Say Yes

We moved to Switzerland just over a year ago.

New Beginnings

Today, I’m diving head first into my blog.

Planned Boob Strikes Are Ok

Emergency ones are not! In other words, choosing not to breastfeed is ok.

Make Me a Priority

I’m wearing sandals with ashy feet, an unironed t-shirt with a food stain or four, stretchy hareem pants and a multi coloured headscarf wrapped around sprouting doo doo plaits….