My Pet Peeve
My pet peeve is manners or to be more precise…
My pet peeve is manners or to be more precise…
Ask me how I felt about being adopted 20 years ago…
Monday teatime “Who’s glass is this on the side?” me,…
To celebrate my daughters 15th birthday I have been thinking…
15 years ago I was very uncomfortably waddling around a…
The whole beauty thing has never come easily to me….
When I worked in an office full time, the kids…
With one week left of the long summer holidays, did…
When I was writing the posts about my adoption I did let…
It can be hard to explain to someone who has…
When the counselling lady sent her letters out she was…
I never had a burning desire to find my roots….
Being asked what it’s like to know I am adopted…
If there is one thing I hate about school holidays…
It’s a sad but also happy day in our house,…
I had the following sent in an email and thought…
Divorcing a mountain bike enthusiast 10 years ago I thought…
Today wasn’t very productive in the garden. I trying to…