An Author's Notebook

My 10-year old son and I are playing a game at the moment: the 30-day Happiness Challenge *. I bought it after he finished his entrance exam...

Dream, believe, achieve is emblazoned on my teenager's sweatshirt when she surfaces late morning. Not that there is any rule about sque...

Hermaphrodite Mum   Three kids and a single mum   "Are you alright?" asks Middle Child anxiously. I am beached on the sofa, o...

Book Review These days a working knowledge of nutrition has become part of a parent's job description. I'm forever persuading my k...

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...