Despite calling myself a "writer" I wouldn't say I have a particularly good way with words when it comes to my family. I tend to find the things we sh...
Since we still know so very little about the many different types of dementia there is a huge amount of scope for research and development, and for informing the public about reliable ways in which they can reduce their risk of developing a type of dementia, and indeed many other common illnesses, conditions and diseases.
We cannot rely on charities: this needs to be a top priority for our Government and we need to find ways of working together to address this issue. It's no good having policy in place if it is not put into practice. The system needs to be overhauled and fast, if we are to provide the care and support that all disabled children and their families deserve.
Let me resolve this debate once and for all. Teenagers are into politics now. Once upon a time, you adopted a political stance to annoy your Mum and Dad and then eventually voted for the person who promised to do away with tuition fees. Now there is/was Milli-fandom, Corbyn-istas, Cameronettes (although the Cameronettes didn't exactly turn into a teen-cult phenomenon.)
When I found my father using a kitchen tray with an historic local map printed on it to plan the route of our next expedition rather than his car's GPS system, I gave up any illusion that this family holiday could be categorised as slick.
The talking part of the relationship is, of course, the most important. Along with making sure there are cakes available at every visit, a decent amount of pocket money and the occasional 'naughty' treat - surely, that's what we're here for as grandparents isn't it?
Do you know what a wifelet is? By any chance, you ask yourself, is it a bit like a pikelet? Well, not exactly. Although if by pikelet you mean a sort of regional Oop North crumpet, then you're perhaps not too wide of the mark. Before you start getting ideas that this is going to be some pun-laden critique of The Great British Bake Off, sorry, but it's not.
She went through periods of sense-making, trying to ignore what was going on. She pondered small unrelated details such as the extortionate train fare. But I knew at that moment all she really cared about, all she really wanted was to be with her mum and it was heartbreaking to hear.
I found a green lifestyle that would make my family life better, happier and healthier, not worthy, guilt-filled and exhausted. This meant changing things that would benefit us and letting fun and family activity be the guide.
Has it changed parents' behaviour? No. Has it improved children's grades? No. In fact most parents will be horrified to find that as well as failing in these two basic areas it is actually costing the Local Councils money to enforce the policy.
With many teenagers becoming increasingly stressed and overwhelmed, it's no surprise that parents are feeling the pressure too. Sound familiar? Here's how you can help your teenager cope.
Lots of people get anxious or upset about their children starting at school. They are worried about how their child will cope, how they will settle and whether they are old enough and ready for big school.
I'm a mother to three boys - aged 26, 23 and soon to be 13. I'm also godmother to a beautiful 18-year-old girl for whom I assumed a motherly role when her real mum (one of my best and dearest friends) died three years ago.
A parent's impression of their child's school day can be rather nebulous, and so I thought I would share a few techniques I've developed to get a bit of a firmer idea of what their school day is like.
Now, when I drop my daughter off each day, I will hand her over to someone else. A surrogate parent, almost. Someone other than me will pick her up when she falls, wipe away her tears and reassure her that everything is going to be okay.