Until about six years ago, I treated my menstrual cycle synonymously with my period. The only thing I was keen to align was the absence of my period and my…

There’s a sliding scale of life on which a certain tipping point resets our years to start again in September, not January. Parenthood is a failsafe trigger.  ‘Hot girl summer’…

Astrid was facing me when I delivered her, lying on my side. I was only vaguely aware of my husband cutting her cord while we spent a few minutes alone,…

Four days after my last post (circa 18 months, one eventful twin birth and a global pandemic ago), my third trimester ended abruptly with the arrival of my twin girls.…

Coming at you from Dubai (6 weeks into relocating), and with a 35-week twin bump so big I have to assume a pretty compromising position just to write this post…

In an age in which we are beginning to understand the connection between mind and body – and to demand more from our fitness regimes as we try to crunch…