I love Christmas — it’s always been my favourite time of year. The lights, the memories, the anticipation… there’s a kind of magic that I still feel even now and so does my labradoodle Scout (his favourite place to sit is next to the Christmas tree!). But I didn’t always feel this way. Because there’s another side of December that no one really talks about. A side that brings everything to the surface - not just the joy, but the pressure, the expectations, and the invisible load so many women...

Last week, I had the most beautiful birthday I’ve ever had, and not just because I was turning 50 and welcoming in a new decade or because of the celebrations (although they were pretty special). There was a girls’ getaway filled with belly laughs and slow mornings. A big night out with cocktails and dancing, the kind where your cheeks hurt from smiling. A family dinner that felt warm and grounding. And the biggest surprise of all…My mum and sister flying in from England just to spend the...

I turn 50 this week, and I always had the idea that by the time I was 50, I would have it all figured out - who I am, what I want, where I'm headed. But if my 40s taught me anything, it’s that life doesn’t always work that way. My 40s were the decade that cracked me open.The one that stripped away everything that wasn’t real - the roles I’d been playing, the pressure to keep it all together, the endless doing and hustling. It was the decade of falling apart…and then slowly finding my way...