Why I will always wear lipstick
Because we all know, it’s not just lipstick. It’s “I’ve still got my identity”.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways (a love letter to my daughter in 15 points)
Another bedtime, another evening where you jump on your bed and negotiate with the skill of a UN diplomat over the evening wee. Another bedtime where you have a tantini (a mini tantrum in our household) over the choice of pyjama attire.
I’ve got Imposter Syndrome, and I’m not going to let it beat me
I’m calling upon all the techniques and tools I’ve learnt as a coach, a teacher, a wife, a singer, and of course, as a kickass Mum.