It's summertime, time for sun, fun and sand. Frolicking on the beach and in the sea. Late night, breezy skies and dancing under the moonlight. Sleeping till midday and staying up all night. Oh wait, that is not my summer anymore - that was before I had kids. Now summertime is completely different for me: Spending gruesome days at the club and baking in the

She Says: It's summer girls!!, enjoy traveling, hanging out and nice breezy nights, but watch out from getting trapped under the “we‘re just friends”. As guys won't stop playing their silly games and devilish acts. Girls, I am quiet sure that most of you've heard this too many times, it could be a key to new rosy experience or might be the miserable final curtain on a

  Palm Sunday: It is a Christian moveable feast which always falls on the Sunday before Easter. The feast commemorates an event reported by all four Canonical Gospels which is the triumphal entry of Jesus Christ into Jerusalem in the days before his Passion. In many Christian churches, Palm Sunday is marked by the distribution of palm leaves (often tied into crosses) to the assembled worshipers.   Maundy

As temperatures heat up, your kids are probably digging out their swimsuits and heading for the pool. Afternoons of swimming and splashing can burn up a lot of energy, but pool time fun can also result in accidents. According to the Consumer Product Safety Commission (CPSC), each year nearly 350 children under the age of 5 drown in swimming pools. Another 2,600 are treated in

  There is no greater privilege in life than bringing a tiny new human being into the world and then trying to raise him or her properly during the next twenty or twenty five years And for parents whose family includes one or more boys, the greatest challenge may be just keeping them alive through childhood and adolescence. Many child raising studies tackled this topic in

I’m lying on a chaise-lounge by the bluest ocean you could ever set your eyes on, an ice cold pina colada in my hand and the sun beating pleasantly on my face. I close my eyes; savor the breeze, the sun, the salty smell. But just like a tidal wave crashing down on an unsuspecting rural village, I hear “mama, mama, go da boga did

“Mum…mum…mum…mum!”  Oh! I just finished with the dishes and was just about to take the first sip of my desperately-longed for cup of tea!  “Yes, dear…I am coming!” My modest dream just came to an end, hoping I will manage to realize it tomorrow! But tomorrow almost never comes!! Dear mums, For sure you got those same feelings one day or another over and above complicated feelings of