Are all children compulsive liars? I'm waiting to find out. I know Anna is. I've had a few years to find that out. Iris' language is obviously only just starting to come out so it's hard to tell yet. She looks like a liar. Well she looks just like her sister so her reputation is already tarnished by association.
In my last article, I identified a new young generation, the SAFFYs: Serious, Active, Forward-Facing Youth. They're very different to the "typical teen" parodied by Kevin the Teenager. Less frivolous, hedonistic, lazy and 'devil may care'. More anxious and responsible about the future, and more respectful of the past.
Really?! The joy of being misunderstood? Yes, bare with me for a second and just keep reading. Misunderstandings can be like sharing your home with a stranger: awkward, uncomfortable and frustrating. Even worse, when the stranger is supposed to be your best friend, parent or partner, and the intimate space is your relationship. No joy yet.
Myself and my regional team are joining thousands of people across the world by taking part in the Live Below the Line Challenge. For 5 days, we will be living on £1 a day for food and drink, with the aim of raising funds for Oxfam, to help improve the lives of the world's poorest, at home and abroad...
Dementia is a huge topic, encompassing many different aspects that stray into the territories of (in no particular order) healthcare, social care, science, community, family life, wider society, therapeutic practitioners, the voluntary sector, academia, finance, pharmaceuticals and yes, politics. 'Ownership' of it is hotly contested - it is a health issue, a care issue, something that governments must lead on or something that only the individuals living with it, and their families, truly understand?
I feel love on a fierce level, I feel protective, but without means with which to practice it. I feel anger when the stories of social dysfunction at school or gatherings reach me. I feel angry when children don't have the patience for him and I worry about his outcast status. I feel guilt as strongly. I feel it when I command attention over him, I feel it when my patience runs thin...
Jake was six when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. About to start chemo and therefore about to see my appearance dramatically alter I knew I had no choice but to try and explain to him in simple, non scary terms what was happening. "Mummy's got a nasty lump," I said as we sat together in the kitchen one sunny afternoon.
I've never had an ideal relationship with my parents. In particular, with my mother. We've always differed in our values and morals. As a result, we fought a lot as I was growing up. However, as our relationship stands right now, it's the best it's ever been. Why? Because I've learned to love her for who she is, instead of desperately trying to change her.