We are looking at a small patch of beach where the sand has slightly collapsed in the middle. No matter how hard we stare, we can see no mo...

The kids are settled at the breakfast table, fiddling with their cereals. I walk over to the chicken run, to give the impatient,...

Last week, during our desert island getaway off the shore of northern Borneo, we experienced a very special treat. There is nothing as r...

It was exactly the same last year. After Jasmijn's birthday in early January, the rain stopped. At first, it is pleasant to be relieved...

She had been talking about it for months. Pleading. Whining. When, o when can I start big school? When the big day finally arrives her pluck...

It seems at the same time a lifetime ago, and just yesterday when I wrote this piece. The flower in the photo is called 'winterjasmijn...

‘Mama, I’m cold,’ Jasmijn shivered this morning at breakfast, hugging her bare arms to her T-shirted chest. ‘I want a jumper.’  Admittedly...