Who are you?
Last weekend, I watched the boat race live on the Thames. It was an unbelievable atmosphere.
Children growing up, parents learning and the ties that keep changing.
Last weekend, I watched the boat race live on the Thames. It was an unbelievable atmosphere.
As a parent, you dread these moments. You know the ones. The “right, we need to talk” moments.
This week I watched my 17-year-old son play his last game of football for his school. It was a Cup final. After Easter he has exams. Then he’ll be off to university.
I've started a book club. That sentence still feels faintly ridiculous, which is probably why I keep repeating it. You see, I’ve never been in a book club before. It's not really my thing.
Boys, There’s something I want to tell you. Something I hope stays with you long after you’ve finished reading this. Something simple, but important.
The week before Christmas is that odd little pocket of time when things slow down. People have a chance to get reflective. Social feeds fill up with “year in review” posts, Spotify wraps up our listening history, and newsletters…
I read a poem this week. For anyone who knows me, that doesn't sound like me at all.
My daughter is afraid of spending money. And I don’t mean just the big stuff (laptop, phone etc), she hates spending money on anything, even a cup of coffee.
It’s that time of life when some of the people living in your house start to leave. Unfortunately it’s not always the ones you want to leave.
As you trudge into work on Monday Tuesday, doing the same thing (but better?) than you were doing 10 years ago, ask yourself, honestly, whether you’re still adding value? OK. I know you all answered, “Hell, yeah!” to that one.