For Aurelia Magazine | The time invested in cooking dinner every night for the past eight months has helped re-establish a healthy culture around food within our home – nourishing both our bodies and our sense of connection. Our family ties have been strengthened by full flavours and full bellies – and the fulfilment of that feels worth every onion-induced tear, oven burn and hour of my time that it’s taken. 

For many mothers, drinking is a form of stress-relief. Our brains have been rewired to release feel-good chemicals when we drink - a glass of wine accompanied by a shot of Dopamine, a splash of Serotonin and a dash of Gabba, into the blood stream…

For METRO | For years to come, I would internalise the antisemitism that festered amongst my school peers. I stopped speaking openly about my identity, instead denying it when asked, and starting to resent it. It no longer felt like a fragment of my whole self, but something that I would be defined by and alienated for.

Despite the torrent of contact and hype we now experience on our birthday, thanks to social media, I can’t deny feeling a little empty when the day comes around. Although full on emojis and gif-laden photographs, I find myself unsatisfied. The love feels removed, trapped behind the glass of my phone screen.

I don’t preach about many things in life. Priding myself on being open-minded and eager to learn from others’ opinions, I’m rarely scathing of an idea or approach. The exception? Dating apps.