Back in 2020, when Corona hit, my kids were aged 1½, 4, and 7. I went from having them all out most of the day to suddenly being home 24/7. Overnight, my time, energy, and space were no longer mine. With nowhere to recharge my ‘mum battery’, I quickly realised that if I didn’t create that space for myself, it simply wouldn’t happen. So I made two house rules: Couch time with coffee = do not disturb.  Or as my then toddler put it: “Imma ‘offee? Ooooofffff!” Endless repeats and

Do you love someone enough to give them your last Rolo? As a child, my dad often would give me his last Rolo, chocolate, or biscuit—his...

My Pesach was like dry rain. Stressfully fun. We fought. We laughed. We shouted. We sang. We danced. Pre-Pesach, there was for sure...

Serious question - why does the word ‘Pesach’ trigger sooo much anxiety?  When did we reach a stage where halacha causes so much mental...

“There is an art in cooking.” said my Indian husband. “First you need to heat the pan, then you heat the oil. Then add the mustard and...

Do you remember seeing a family laughing together, getting along, and thinking, 'One day, that's going to be my family!'? Do you remember...

It’s been 11 years since my first child was born. 11 years since the first wave of ‘mummy’ anxiety came over me. I had no idea what I was...