OK so with hindsight our lives were a little bit more unhealthy and risky. But it makes me sad as we were free to be innocent. We could run around outside and eat crap and pretend to be Spuggy from Byker Grove, not some polished American beauty queen...
Kids found the snack less tasty when it had been presented as healthy in the story and they also ate less of the snack if the food served any goal - such as helping them learn to read which confirms the notion that snacks can't be both good and good for you.
" A toddler-o! Why, didn't you know? He has a terrible temper, and terrible scream, He won't share things and he's really mean."
You've found your mummy best friend. She points out her little angel and the warm fuzzies fade as you watch him trying to decapitate a Labradoodle. Here's your four step plan for what you do when you love her but you can't stand her kid.
The "perfect" family is amplified around you and each time it cuts a little deeper into your gaping failure wound. But you know what? As tough as this sounds, life isn't full of fairytale endings and it pains me to say it, but it just isn't.
We are all entitled to free speech (thank democracy). We have control over what we choose to read, and how we respond to it; and we all have our own set of values to dictate what we feel is appropriate to share.
The postcard version doesn't tell of the lunchtime we were sitting in a super-busy tourist trap restaurant on a seafront waiting for our lunch. A six-year-old was hungry, and started feeling 'cold' because we were in the shade, you know, to avoid burning in the hottest part of the day.
The mother daughter relationship is a complex one but like any other, when the chemistry is right, it can make for a great partnership. We might be divided by the Atlantic Ocean (I'm in LA and Kate is in London) but we have some clear rules of engagement that make for a powerful dynamic.
I savour a present, a thoughtful gift, I don't want something for the sake of tradition, and I want to give others presents I've pondered over, or that I've spotted in a shop and instantly know they will love. That's the message my religious and non-religious family gave me.
You see, there are many things I want my daughter to be when she grows up - happy, confident, strong, passionate, free. But this morning, more than ever, I also want her to be a voter.
Your party would have us, the voters, believe that your people, plans and policies have clear and distinctive values at their heart. We are currently unconvinced, and sceptical with good cause. Here's why.
There is that 5%, where I am so exhausted I can't think straight, that I have not been proud of. In fact? I'm downright embarrassed with myself. So I thought I would come clean. Offer other Mothers in similar shameful circumstances someone they can relate to. Reveal all My Dirty 'Mummy' Secrets.
Antidepressants are too often handed out as a cure all. Yet writing a prescription is not enough. It is like sticking a plaster on a gunshot wound. Special needs parents want to be able to manage, they want to be able to cope, and more importantly they want to be empowered to do this.
Everyone was born a baby - we are all here for a short time and no matter how wonderful someone might appear, or how much they seem to have, we all come into the world and leave it the same way. With nothing but our body and our character.
If the idea of giving a speech or making a presentation leaves you quaking, take consolation from the fact that even the world's most charismatic professional speakers fight through a degree of nervousness.
Deep down, we know that we should be safe in the sun. I certainly knew it, but my husband Graham thought he was 'indestructible' and so he didn't wear sun cream. It's only now, as a widow after Graham was cruelly snatched away by skin cancer when he was just 43 years old, that I can't believe I didn't act differently and make him protect himself.