I’ve always loved ABBA. I think I was born with the melodies flowing through my veins. One of my first memories was of my mother doing yoga in our dining room, her long rope-type things strewn on the floor and ABBA playing on the record player. Continue reading “Mamma Mia – Here I Go Again”
My boy is home after a 5-day school trip.
It was a school trip to Wales and they’ve had an action-packed week full of activities and adventure. The sun shone and he and all his classmates have returned, dirty, exhausted and slightly sun-kissed. Continue reading “Dementia: A Motherless Lamb”
It’s not for the weak-willed or the faint-hearted. To build a strong marriage, I believe it’s about team work, effort, shared goals and mutual respect. Continue reading “Dementia: Doing Better”