I have a thing about fireworks. I can remember, down to the second, where it came from.

What if, instead of our standard Pilates With The Girlies, we instead embarked upon a research project: Pilates With The Boys?

Bored of my own enthusiasm for what is, in my book, the most important meal of the day, I decided to expand my horizons and ask my nearest and dearest: why do you love brunch?

An autumnal, wintery, festive bucket list.

Spend a weekend in rainy Dublin.

I decided to embark on a culinary journey into which I had not yet forayed.

What is it about nature, then, that is so appealing? I find myself asking this question to no one in particular from a bench in Hyde Park on a bitingly cold September morning.

A selection of photographs from a week in Rhodes, Greece.

But they looked at me with such understanding, such agreement, such connection.

Desperately craving some vitamin D, good (read: strong) coffee and a plethora of croissants, I booked myself a three-day solo trip to the south of France.

I’m not sure I recall, or can identify, the moment I truly felt like a ‘Grown Up.’

My life got better when I made friends with engineers…

To be this girl means…

I’m switching up the narrative, writes Erin Deborah Waks.

I may not seem like an ‘anxious person.’ But is that true?

Everyone at my office is on a diet.

Yoga and stillness - for once.

Some rules are made to be broken.

A perfect day.

A certain type of notebook for gratitude only.