My daughter is almost as tall as me. Her feet are bigger than mine. She’s 11. I’m 43. Last year she was 4. At least that’s how it feels… Oh, the swift pace of this crazy life! And this parenting malarkey. I’ve not yet nailed it – have you? Everyday – a new lesson, a new guilt. A daily reminder that I am human. This for me is the real yoga. Forget the headstands, your crow obsession or the depth of your backbend. Real yoga is about living real life. In all its messy, fast-moving glory. Can you hold on when the ride gets tough? Can you drop the judgement? Can you sit with yourself and rest in th ..read more

Have you noticed everyone seems to be either making or thinking about making almond milk these days? I’ve been meaning to try it for a while, as we often spend a small fortune on it, but I never had one of those trendy nut ‘mylk’ bag thingys to squeeze it all through. Finally a friend suggested I use a baby muslin cloth. Now those I have. In abundance. So finally, I made my own, and it was so much less of the faff than I thought it would be.  I found the recipe on Oh She Glows, but mine is without the added cinnamon or sea salt, as I wanted to make it a bit m ..read more

I’m really excited to be hosting a very special mini retreat with my good friend and fellow yoga teacher, Amanda Cunliffe-Smith, on Friday 20th January. We all know that sticking to New Year’s resolutions is not always easy, and by the end of the month our good intentions may have already fallen by the wayside! Our retreat is aimed at helping you break this cycle and stay true to what is important to you. We’ll enjoy an energising vinyasa practice, grounding yin, meditation and much more, in the creative setting of Ayyam Gallery in Alserkal Avenue. Lunch is also included, prepared by ..read more

If you’ve been following some of my social media posts recently, then you might know I’ve just come to the end of a 21 day cleanse. First, let’s read the riot act involved; no dairy, no gluten, no sugar,  no caffeine, no booze. No animal protein from week 2. Optional magnesium salt baths, liver cleansing castor oil packs. Tumeric tea. Definitely no G n T. Why embark on such a regimented trek? Well, over the last while, I’ve felt stuck in a real rut. While I try to eat healthily and exercise, as a busy mum I just always felt in a rush. I had slid into that “I’ll get on a better track next ..read more

You’re back so soon? Didn’t we just have coffee? I thought we’d been over the fact that I shouldn’t get so annoyed with the kids? So irritated when my words frequently fall on small, fluff filled ears. I thought I’d made it clear that I’d be less pissed off in future, about having to repeat myself like a parrot to get the simplest of tasks done. So what’s up? What’s that you say? They’re only little – they don’t understand. Yes, Guilt, I hear you. I’m already pretty ashamed I shouted. Mindful parenting and all that jazz? I’m on to it. Truly sorry, Guilt. I promise I’ll try harder. My youngest ..read more

“Fff – Uuuhh – Ccc,” says Molly, carefully sounding out the letters phonetically. “What does that spell Mummy?” she asks with a sheepish look on her face. “I think you know fine rightly what that spells, Miss Molly Parsons,” I say sharply. “You tell me.” “I think it’s a naughty word, Mummy. A word that we might say it if we’re really tired or very cross.” Here we go again. I’ve certainly been both those things over the last while, and have probably let a number of F bombs drop, but to set the scene, it’s been a pretty fff-uh-…erm, fudging, rough old week or two. First Henry catches strep throa ..read more

Something has been happening to me over the last while. It’s a feeling of almost coming full circle. Like I’m finally settling into a newer version of myself. A little battered round the edges perhaps, but one that still bears a strong resemblance to the old me, except with two crazy kids in tow. And if I had to put a title on it, I’d say it was a feeling of ‘becoming mum.’ Have I lost the plot, I hear you cry? Haven’t I been a mother for nearly five years? So, what the heck am I on about now? What’s all this talk about becoming mum? (Before you ask: no, I haven’t any surpr ..read more