Just Emma

Hello, lovelies. After 40 long days of Lent, we can now celebrate with our families, eat our entire body weight in chocolate and enjoy ever increasing the sunshine. Easter has always been one of my favourite holidays. And not just because chocolate is one of my favourite food groups. But does Easter mean the same to me as everyone else? Have we lost sight of what the true meaning of Easter is? Does history and religion still have the same importance in our day to day lives? Or is there a hidden Easter egg hidden in plain sight? And that we need to look past all the pomp and expense and look for the true everyday meaning behind Easter. It is no secret that I live for chocolate. It’s my one true love. It’s not that I prefer it to my children, but it’s a close call. Nothing lifts my spirits more than the sight of shelf after shelf, row after row of beautifully wrapped, delicious chocolate eggs. What could mean more to the meaning of Easter than heavily packaged and processed,...

Hello, lovelies.             Sticks and stones my break my bones, but a joke will never hurt me. Never has a single slap been heard across the globe and divided so many. Was it the right reaction in the defence of a wife and loved one? Have we all collectively lost our sense of humour? Have we lost the ability to laugh at a pretty lame joke, that to be honest I didn’t even understand? And, so what? Standing up for those that we love should be commended, shouldn’t it? And it was only a slap. A simple swing of the arm. No thought. No intent. Just a simple reaction to a badly thought out joke. And so what if Will Smith put his hands on another human being in anger and violence. I mean, it’s the norm isn’t it? We’re all able to hit anyone one we want for saying anything about us. Or are we missing the big picture? Have we been blinded by our love for a Hollywood super star? And putting our hands on anyone, regardless of the circumstances, is never the ans...