why words matter

self-talk, kindness, and curiosity in lieu of beauty

On Friday morning I waved goodbye to my four as they trundled off to the bus stop; uniforms on and lunches packed but all looking quite dishevelled. The day before I’d spent the morning searching for yellow clothes for daffodil day which was very last minute and not exactly what I wanted to be doing so soon after book week. Surprisingly, we own quite a …