When I was pregnant with my eldest child, I decided to spend a bit of money and buy cloth diapers (or terry nappies, as they are known on this side of the pond). After a …

Despite whatever impression I may have given you, freelance writing (when the spirit moves me) isn’t the multi-million dollar career I had mapped out for myself. Forbes is hardly knocking down my door looking to …

My kids are of an age where you could reasonably expect them to sleep through the night without a fuss. I am pretty strict about bedtime, and I will only grudgingly allow them access to …

I haven’t always been this charming at parties. Once upon a time I was an unhappy hostess, throwing tantrums and uninviting guests mid-gathering for such heinous transgressions as forgetting the rules of Parcheesi or creating …

Our car is tiny. Most cars in England are tiny, but ours is especially small. It is a two-door ancient little tin box that gets us from A to B without much hassle, but getting …

Any time you move, you must invariably go through the process of looking at everything you own in order to decide what to take, what to toss, and, if you’re anything like me, what to …

Call them what you like. I think of them as heart-bombs in a stomach-grenade package. And that’s just fine by me. Check out the recipe here. Oh, and get me a beer.

Raise your hand if you can point out the five year old who was breastfed/co-slept/”worn” as opposed to the five year old who was born by c-section/bottlefed/slept alone from birth.
Anyone? Anyone? Yeah, I thought not.
So …

Before I had kids, I imagined a cozy scenario: Children, all clean from the bath and in soft jammies, snuggled up on my lap while they are enthralled by my fabulous story-telling skills before toddling …

Even before you bring your precious bundle of joy and sunshine home from the hospital, chances are, you made a decision about their sleeping arrangements. Baby’s bassinet/crib/Pack N’ Play was probably bought and set up …