Picture taken this weekend I've never seen myself as a "dance mum". With the equivalent "hockey mom" (in Canada) or "football mum" (when we just arrived in London), the term connotes, for me, a kind of relentless pushing of the child who may or may not be interested in the relevant sport. I was always a proponent of laid-back parenting, and when my daughter said she wanted to take ballet, I assumed this was an opportunity for her to stay an hour after school, giving me a bit

Photo by Aleksandar Cvetanovic  on Unsplash I was thinking about resting today, since it is Sunday. I've been trying to take Sundays off, with mediocre success (as evident by the fact that I'm currently writing). Now that the young people are no longer young children, the household rhythm has changed on weekends. We're no longer constantly on call, and so Sunday can be a day of rest. A sort of Sabbath, if you will. But then I thought about the word rest, and the two meanings

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Read this on galpod.com. I’ve been experiencing recently another hit of heightened anxiety. The kiddos went back to school, and today...

Read this on galpod.com. I usually love going back to school. About two weeks before, we try out the old uniform to check if they still...

Read this on galpod.com. I've been thinking a lot about self-love today. This morning, Andy, over at the Headspace meditation, talked...