When I was just a little girl I asked my mother What will I be Will I be pretty Will I be rich Here’s what she said to me Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The future’s not ours to see Que sera, sera What will be, will be I saw the shirt and immediately, it flew into

You’re busy. I’m busy. It’s hard to make time for chats with friends. But wouldn’t it be nice if we could share a cup of tea, just you and me, to talk about how mama life is going these days? So…why not right here, right now? Okay, we’ll have to each pop our own kettles on in our own kitchens.

  I have not been myself lately. By lately, I mean the last two years since my daughter was born. When I sat down with my journal a few months back, I didn’t even know what to write. I used to fill pages with opinions, thoughts, dreams, aspirations! But as I sat in bed with the Moleskine, I barely had anything