I can’t hold back any longer! Time is far too precious to spend another moment not loving our precious bodies or celebrating our age in the most joyous of ways. I was recently invited to be a speaker at an event on positive ageing. It was a fabulous…

A lovely lady that I coached many years ago once said to me that she didn’t know how to love herself. She went on to say that she was quite critical about herself and barely made time to do the things in life that gave her joy…

Back in my 20s, I was one of the first generation plus-size models in the UK. I loved it. It felt liberating as a curvier woman to wear beautiful clothes and try on different styles. I modelled for fashion magazines, clothing companies and had fun sashaying…

Have you felt it? That inner whisper of a longing for something that you can’t quite put your finger on? For some, it’s a fleeting sense of wanting to cast off all of the “rules” and run wild, following the call of their heart and soul. For others, it’s a subtle feeling…

When I was young, I used to love looking at the windows of the houses lit up by Christmas trees and sparkling lights. In the dark winter months, I would spy little flurries of different lives being lived along the street where I grew up…

I began my early career as a dancer. I loved the feeling that moving my body gave me. All the worries of the day would disappear as soon as I started moving. Nothing mattered in those moments. All that existed was the music, the sound…

When was the last time you whispered “sweet somethings” to yourself? How often do you praise and speak happily about the majesty and beauty of YOU? How much is your inner self dialogue loving, supportive, encouraging, compassionate…

I have to let you in on a little secret – I couldn’t wait to be 60! Whilst others around me were bemoaning the advancing of their years and telling stories that it was all downhill from here, I was quietly rejoicing becoming 60…

Summer kisses come one at a time. First, the warm breezes that puff around my shoulders and warm my heart. Next is the sweetest fragrance of wild honeysuckle that hides in the hedgerows. Then come the buzzing of bees as they search…

When I was a child, I was constantly being told to quiet down and not to make so much noise. I had an exuberance for life and was always excited by what the day would bring. However, after being told repeatedly that I was too loud…