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 …