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...

It has been a confusing time. In some ways, I've found the last few weeks of relative freedom more challenging than full-on lockdown. ...

As I watched my son lope off to catch his school bus this morning, I shed a tear. It was a discreet tear alone in the car - a quiet acknowle...

I blame Facebook. For all those wasted hours. Every morning, I settle down in front of my computer, flex my fingers above the keyboard and m...

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...

Silence descends on the house. The kids are back at school, the dog has been walked and I am finally free to get on with some work. For the ...

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...

My feet have hardly touched the ground since 2016 kicked off in a burst of fireworks over the banks of the river Thames. Once the kids were ...

Hermaphrodite Mum Three kids and a single mum I'm just off to analyse some intelligence and plan a few operations in the field. What? ...

Women and work. It has never been an easy coupling when you throw children into the mix. Those of us choosing to stay at home are now  domes...