I want to talk about time. I remember when my son was little. He was a challenging baby. He only slept for 3/4hr day and night until he was coming up to his first birthday. He was crawling at five and a half months and walking at eight. I spent my waking hours exhausted. (I also now realise I was suffering from depression.) If I was dressed and had cleaned my teeth by the time my husband came home, I called it a win. I spent a vast amount of that time wishing for time to move faster. When...

I can't watch what is happening in America. Here's why.

It’s a familiar setting. Another new year rolls around with its shiny promises of better things to come. First, you need to clear out the old to make way for this wonderful potential. I know clutter isn’t good for my mind. The clearer and tidier my house is, the more energised I feel and my thinking seems clearer. So, getting rid of stuff is a good thing. Win win, right? Except I have a problem. I find it hard to throw things away. Really hard. Now, I’m not talking about rubbish here. I mean...