Coming Of Sage

A sage is defined as a profoundly wise person who is venerated for their wisdom, judgement and experience and it’s a word that I think perfectly describes the curious, ever blooming growth mindset typical of a mid life perennial.

wouldn’t go so far as to say I was a sage … but I’d like to think that at age 51, I am “Coming” Of Sage (also the title of my yet to be published book!!)

The by-product of fifty birthdays is a total mismatch between how old I am, how old I feel and how old I look...

Iam a strong believer that one of the most important jobs of any parent is to gradually make oneself redundant...

Menopause is right up there with the least sexy words in the English language ...

My hairstyle now is alarmingly similar to the one I rocked aged three (sans the yellow ribbon)....

I am in the eye of the perfect Nostalgia Storm. This week marks the last ever first day of school for my youngest kiddy-wink...

I’ve concluded that I may not be cut out for close cohabitation any more ...

What is it about this period between Christmas and New Year that makes it feel like the Bermuda Triangle of time? ...

My whirlwind trip to LA last week was more a parental reconnaissance mission than a holiday...