Our European adventure and attempt to reduce environmental impact
I recently returned from five amazing weeks traveling around Europe, with a side-trip to the US. As someone passionate about the environment
Uncommon Courage
Traveling Europe with preteen boys alone… a few thoughts
Everyone told me I was mad. Don’t do it they said. Don’t go to Europe with the boys alone. It’ll be hell.
The power of the mantra – breath in love, breath out hate
If you’ve ever done meditation, mindfulness, yoga or anything similar, there’s a strong chance you’ve been asked to breath in love, breath out hate
I never want to embarrass you about plastic, but I don’t know how to say it any other way
I was standing in line at a 7-Eleven the other day. There were four people in front of me, all buying single items, and everyone of them accepted the plastic bag offered.
2019 the year I started facing a torrent of depressing knowledge
I’ve had a tough start to the year, really tough. I’m usually not one to get down and stay down, and I’ve been trying to reach out to people to talk too
It’s been one year since we landed in Phuket. Time for an update
I know everyone thinks time is moving fast, and I feel that, but it can also feel slow and ponderous, especially when moving and adjusting to a new country.
It takes nothing to be kind, so please, be kind, to everyone
I’m on the beach the other evening and there’s a team of horses the tourists love to hire. During the low season – which is coming to an end soon
Seeing the world through the boy’s eyes is fascinating
I caught up with my mum after our US trip, and she loved reading the updates and watching the videos. People, like my mum, were the reason I put so much effort into capturing our travels.
We’ve been in the US for 29 days, seven have been in theme parks!
Before arriving in the US, I kept a kernel of hope in my heart I would love my theme park experiences. It was a tiny kernel, but it was there.
There are too many children crying, hurting and dying in this world. It needs to stop
A few years ago, I wrote a blog – The haunting moments of broken bones – following a particularly brutal evening, where for one hour,