"The problem we face is that so far it's only scientists who are talking about climate change. And scientists aren't always the best communicators in the world."

"Exactly. What we need is to get people thinking creatively about it. We need artists. We need writers. We need a book."

That...

I hate admitting that I am wrong.

Hate it.

But sometimes there is nothing else to do.

Last night's Olympic Opening Ceremony was AWESOME. Properly - in the old fashioned sense of the word - awesome. My cynical little heart was smashed into smithereens, and I sat...

Last night was one of those occasions when being a blogger feels like a real honour and a privilege. Along with around 25 other women - bloggers, vloggers and journalists - Save the Children invited me to a dinner in London. Hosted by the Guardian's Zoe Williams, who has recently...

I was out for coffee the other day with a non-tweeting friend. "So what's Twitter actually like?" she asked.

I ummed and ahhed, and explained it all very badly, mumbling some fairly dry stuff about retweets and hashtags and follows. She didn't look convinced. So I've been thinking about it...

It is always heartening to see bloggers unite around a cause, and never more so than when it's mum and dad bloggers. The parenting community has something of a reputation for playing out its arguments - about almost every aspect of bringing up kids - in a very public way....

A normal Wednesday for me usually involves some laundry, some grocery shopping, maybe a walk in the park, and a jigsaw or a game of hide and seek with my toddler son.

Yesterday was a little different. I went to Downing Street.

I was one of six Save the Children...

Just less than a month ago, we moved house from Edinburgh to the South East of England, so that my husband could start his new job with Save the Children. Ever since then our 2 and a half-year-old son Tom has been working really hard to understand what his dad's...

I have spent the morning trying to talk myself out of writing this post. I am never keen on wading into an issue that only affects me peripherally...and I get frustrated when I read a ranty post from a blogger and it seems like they are just jumping on an...

I am finally resigned to my fate. After years of fighting it - of squeezing myself into clothes that were the wrong shape, shoes that were the wrong fit, and underwear that was just too darn small - I have accepted that my natural match on the high street is,...

Unless you've been wrapped up in your own wee world, (which is entirely possible for the numerous journalists, performers and visitors who are in Edinburgh during the Fringe), you've probably heard the...

When my son was about six months old, we started taking him to swimming lessons, and I remember being awed by the number of mothers who showed up at the pool every week with perfectly painted toenails, immaculate bikini lines, and tummies that had returned to pre-baby muscle tone.

Jeez,...

There is a stack of empty pizza boxes by the front door, that haven't yet made it out to the recycling bins. Mounds of clean but unfolded laundry are piled high on every available surface. Our plates are shifted from dishwasher, to dinner table, and back to dishwasher again, without...

It's not always easy being married to a poet. My husband - Young - and I use up a significant number of babysitting credits, not on romantic dinners, but on evenings in dingy pubs, where I sit and watch him reading to half a dozen people. He is always shouting...