The Trouble with Yelling

November 24, 2016

The other day I yelled at my kids and not a garden-variety yell either. No, this was a screech, a holler, a roar. The kind of yelling that reverberates around the house and continues to echo in the corridors of guilt. The kind of yelling that the neighbours three doors down were probably talking about with the neighbours seven doors down. The kind of yelling that leaves…

Robyna believes in the powers of kindness, chocolate and finding beauty in the mundane. Before having children she worked in the corporate legal world. Now she works in the mud-stained and laughter-filled world of mothering small boys. She has three sons; two on earth, one in heaven and all equally loved. Writing is her creative passion and great escape. As the editor of the Mummy and the Minx she explores how mothers can hold onto themselves whilst holding onto their babies. She also freelance consults in the areas of IT, law and social media. Once, she tried to give up coffee. It did not end well. You can follow her adventures on Facebook, Instagram and (when Facebook is down) Twitter .