My parents always made sure all five of us children received the same amount of love and care.

I made a heartfelt tribute to my Mum to honour her memory.

In my little slice of home - a corner in my town house - sits a provincial 200-year-old desk. This is where the magic happens. Paintings and office work flow from my fingertips as I feel grounded in the present. The sensory elements of the wood make it come alive, though it's not perfect. The unfinished timber legs are a gentle reminder that all stories are unfinished. We are the creators of our own journeys, authors of our own tales, painters of our own canvases.

I yearn to share my tale in a manner that strikes a chord and ignites a sense of familiarity.

I want to share the power of taking control of our lives by making the most of what we have and adding a personal touch to everything we do

I want my children to always feel like their Mum can be their rock. That we can get through even in the not-so-happy moments.