An Author's Notebook

There comes a time in a woman's life when she doubts herself. Wonders if she's made the right choices. Inevitably, she looks around...

Ever since I gave up full-time work to look after the kids, I've resisted - whisper it - becoming a housewife . The plan, back in 2003 w...

Something struck me the other day. I could be halfway through my life (assuming there are no unforeseen accidents). Not so long ago, I celeb...

My life is about to change. As of September, I will have two kids at secondary school. I will no longer be a mum of young children. Yikes! ...

Whenever I succumb to a bit of navel-gazing, the subject is always the same. How to be happy. You'd have thought I'd got it sussed b...

Self-belief is a powerful but fragile gift. One of my personal heroes has always been Amelia Earhart , a pioneering pilot and a woman of inc...

As I was driving to meet a friend for coffee yesterday, I caught a snatch of a Radio 4 programme on Stacey Jackson . It was one of those sur...

Earlier this year I wrote a blog about the virtues of leading an ordinary life. There was a disgruntled undertone, but basically I was givi...

I had a significant birthday the other week: I turned 40. My six-year old son assured me that I was now "properly grown up". This ...