Personal Dumping Grounds.

I grew up in a country where it was drummed into us as school children that we lived in a clean green country. And, for the most part, it was. I remember at school, a popular punishment was to make you walk around the school grounds picking up trash at lunchtime,...

Beware of “Family.”

I’ve noticed an unusual pattern amongst random friends over the years. Usually, the ones I’ve only known for a short time and we’re still in the “are these people real friends or is there some ulterior motive I’m missing” phase.  They’re the ones who say...

The Journey of Improving Oneself.

I don’t know about you, but I love self-improvement. The idea that I can change my thoughts and outlook and as a result, my life is exciting to me.  I have been a fan since I first stumbled upon a well-worn copy of the Louise Hay classic “You Can Heal Your Life”...

Fussy Eater.

I have noticed over the years, that a big part of being a parent is that you gotta walk the walk if you are talking the talk, because, let’s face it, kids can spot a phony a mile away, this includes you, their beloved parent and they will call you out on it too.  I’ve...