July 2012

I’m being bullied.

There’s this girl I know. She hates me. She watches my life with avid fascination…every little thing I do. Mostly, I’m able to avoid her, but every now and again, she finds me. Yesterday, I was having one of ‘those’… Continue Reading →

15 reasons not to let Hollywood raise your kids.

If the mainstream media was in charge of bringing up my kids, they’d learn these lessons: * 1. If you’re not skinny, you’re a failure. Whenever you eat anything that isn’t a lettuce leaf, you must feel guilty. You might… Continue Reading →

My son collects trash.

My son collects junk. If I didn’t go through his pockets before I did the laundry, I’d have a broken washing machine every week. If I dare throw away any of this junk, I’m in trouble. Why? Because it’s not… Continue Reading →

“Teach him to ride a bike”, they said. “It will be fun”, they said.

After a childhood spent watching “The Wonder Years” and “The Cosby Show”, I naively looked forward to the day that I would teach my child to ride a bicycle. I could picture it so clearly: The sun would be shining,… Continue Reading →

Happy birthday, Madiba!

There can be no keener revelation of a society’s soul than the way in which it treats its children.

Happy 94th birthday, Nelson Mandela! 

You always have been and always will be one of my personal heroes.

I was invited to be on Wife Swap.

Have you ever watched Wife Swap? The basic premise is that two radically different families swap wives for two weeks. The wives don’t know where they are going and the families left behind don’t know know what kind of wife/mother… Continue Reading →

What to expect when you’re expecting a teenager.

I have an amazing friend, Marianne. She is a mother of two, a cycling fanatic, a Zen Do Kai Black Belt and at the tender age of 50, she is flying through a degree in Exercise and Sport Science. Her… Continue Reading →

FAIL is not a four letter word.

I had an interesting chat with my children this morning. It’s the school holidays and I decided to take them out for a cafe breakfast and catch up over hot chocolate. I asked them what the the best and worst… Continue Reading →

Sometimes, being Mummy ain’t all that.

When I was a little girl, all I ever wanted was to be a mum. Not a pilot, a scientist, a doctor. Not a farmer, a dancer, a teacher. A mum. Yes, I studied and built an extremely successful career… Continue Reading →

Why I let my kids fight.

        Look on the wall of any kindergarten classroom and you’ll find a list of rules like this: From the minute they enter the school system, our kids are taught how to be good, play fair, be nice. It’s wonderful… Continue Reading →

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