Rock bottom

Life with my son Ot who is ten, is like an endless game of poker: who has the best pokerface, and who will fold first? Take dinner for instance. Ot will start the game Ot will start the game by saying: 'Yuck, I don't like it. I won't eat this!' And then I will say:...

My father was born in 1940. So he was in his twenties during the 60s, when he met my mom. He met her at a dance. She caught his eye because her cheeks were bright red. He asked her to dance, and the rest is history. They've been happily married ever since. Everyone is holding...

For years I wished my eldest son would take more of an interest in appearance. He just threw on the nearest shirt and pants he could find on the floor, and his hair was so fat, you could easily fry an egg in it. And two sausages. I should have known better! Because doesn't the...

Deep down I've always known: I should have been the mom of one of those nature children. You know, the kind that plays outside all day? The fact that my kids are glued to their WII, Computer and Nintendo's, is obviously the result of too much city living. So now that we live in the...

My son Piet (6) was bobbing up and down in the bath tub, his older brother Ot (9) sitting at his feet. Whatcha doin'? Ot was moving his hands in the air above Piets body, and I was very much intrigued. Was my son perhaps the next Harry Potter?! So I asked curiously: 'Whatcha doing,...