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About this time every year I remind people to grab a copy of my favourite Christmas book: How Winston Delivered Christmas by Alex T Smith. I know what you’re thinking. It’s October. You’re like, “Calm your farm, lady.” But you see this book is an ADVENT story. Starting on 1st December and finishing on 25th December you read a short chapter every night to your kids. Or your dog. #nojudgement It’s one of my FAVOURITE Christmas traditions and we’ve been reading this book every December for years now. My kids still LOVE it. See, kids…
Read MoreAt 30 I had a very clear definition of success. At 42 I threw that definition in the bin.
I made the two-hour drive south to see my parents last weekend and on my bed, waiting for me, my mum had placed an old cardboard box sealed…
My life is great. So why is this thought keeping me up at night?
What I’m about to tell you makes me sound ridiculous. But I’m going to tell you anyway because I don’t think I’m alone.And what I’ve learned recently has…
Today I got on the scales. Things didn’t go well.
Take a seat. I’m about to tell you how much I weigh. But I’ll get to that in a sec. Here’s where I’m at. I haven’t exercised in…
Does this admission really make me weird?
I’m a freak, apparently. On a road trip on the weekend, I confessed to something that nearly caused my friend to swerve off the road and crash the…
A man came to my door on Saturday and wouldn’t leave
A man I don’t know scared me. That’s what this post is about. That’s it in a nutshell. And when I say “scared me” what I mean is…
I’ve turned into the type of mother I once criticised.
Once upon a time I was a smug mother. When exactly? 2009 to be precise. Kevin Rudd was the Prime Minster, Tiger Woods was crashing into fire hydrants…
I was hurting and this is what helped
I have a stock-standard answer that I give when people ask me – and they always ask me – how I survived the death of my daughter Georgie…
Join me on Sunday 8th June to launch a wonderful new blog …
Meet Emma. She’s my babysitter. She’s 22. Loves a laugh. Loves to travel. And last year was diagnosed with stage 4 melanoma. Stage 4 melanoma is terminal. Rather…
When Mothers’ Day becomes a painful reminder of what you don’t have.
I’m sitting here on Saturday morning writing this post. It’s Mother’s Day tomorrow and truth be told if I could close my eyes and skip a day –…
Peaches Geldof’s death is not about you.
I felt it. The rumble. The quiet rage that started to roll yesterday when those initial whispers about the cause of Peaches Geldof’s death started to swirl. And…
About Bec
Over the past 25 years Rebecca Sparrow has earned a living as a travel writer, a television publicist, a marketing executive, a magazine editor, a TV scriptwriter, a radio producer, a newspaper columnist and as an author.