Welcome to Emma Clarke’s global soapbox – the antidote to modern living, encapsulated in a series of freewheeling rants.

My son, the Ballet Boy

My son has always danced. My God, he danced in the womb. (This is true; when I was pregnant the doctors couldn't understand why I was losing so much weight. When they put my baby on a trace, they saw just how active he was. In 30 minutes he rested…

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