Being human together. Showing up for what matters.
Being human together. Showing up for what matters.
There’s this moment when I’m flying down the hill, wind in my face, blue sky above me, and I notice this thought passing by – that this is it, THIS is tasting freedom. It’s exhilarating, and not just because I’ve got all that lovely exercise endorphin flowing through me. In fact, this freedom has nothing …
My son is lanky and lean – a rippling body of bones and muscle and not a skerrick of anything else. So when he told me he really wanted to drop a couple of kilos, I was ANGRY. My mind screamed: The thing about conversations with boys is that you have to pick your moment. …
There’s this moment where I’m standing in Hiccup’s* classroom and a part of me suddenly wakes up and says “Tiff, you’ve got to go”. Something’s gone wrong. Something’s going wrong. It’s been a long, hard morning, a battle of wills, following on from a couple of hard weeks and somehow I’ve found myself standing over …