There’s a kind of bond that doesn’t loosen just because time moves on. It doesn’t fade when children become men. It just changes shape, like steel being forged again and again into something even stronger. Even if you have a strained relationship with your kids, you are still deeply connected, read til the end... My sons are 28 and 29 now. My Yorkshire boys… now Kiwis… but always forged in Sheffield steel. Both were born by emergency C-section. Both fiercely loyal. Both carrying that Northern...

I had an evening to myself the other night. The house was quiet. No one needed me. And all I wanted to do was watch TV. Simple, right? Except it wasn’t. Because almost immediately, this wave of guilt rolled in. You should be adding that event to your website. You could be stretching. Sorting your paperwork. Reading something useful. Creating something. Improving something. Doing something. Anything but sitting down and watching a show. And I caught myself thinking, is this just me because I...

There’s something I keep coming back to from Viktor Frankl… that even in the hardest moments, we still get to choose how we meet them. When my mum was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, I went back to the UK. I left my home in New Zealand, not knowing how long I’d be gone. I just knew I needed to be there. And that “why” carried me. It was honestly the hardest chapter of my life emotionally, and also one of the most important, in a strange way, and one of the most beautiful. The hospice soon...