Work/Life

Sometimes I wonder if the glass ceiling we should be most worried about smashing is actually the ceiling at home - because the pane that lurks over the bedroom has nothing to do with salary or status...it's about who puts out the bins and worms the dog.
The countdown to the Olympics has begun. Stadiums complete, torch relay under way, and plans to ease the impact on London's workforce being rolled out at speed.
This isn't the government telling people what to do, and it certainly isn't the government telling mums they're on their own in bringing up a baby. This is about supporting them through every step of the way and being the one-stop-shop for useful suggestions on how to give their baby the best start possible.
As someone who has spent four years exploring other people's fulfilment-at-work as part of a business model, it can all seem rather shifting and nebulous. However, I'm increasingly convinced that the foundation for fulfilment is actually quite simple - a sense of autonomy.
Fewer than a third of the most senior jobs in the UK are held by women, according to new figures. Women occupy on average
Can women's working lives be made any easier? Should they be? Perhaps these are the wrong questions. Getting a job doesn't seem to be the problem; the issue is the emotional juggling act women have to perform. We men remain largely passive observers to this dilemma, wanting to help but often not knowing how.
The sunniest week of 2012 encouraged garden lovers to flock to the RHS Chelsea Flower Show this year. Last night, the grounds
Today, the Government relaunches its Start4Life (little sister of the Change4Life) campaign to help mothers-to-be have healthier pregnancies. And it is definitely 'mothers' they're out to educate.
When I heard last week's Queen's Speech outlining plans to enshrine Nick Clegg's beloved shared parental leave into law, I paused for a moment from putting the fishfingers into the oven to give a little cheer.
We talk a lot about hidden carers, but the truth is they weren't hidden. They were right there. They probably don't call themselves carers, they're just looking after Uncle John.