Growing up, I envisaged this period of my life to be full of the kind of laid-back, youthful fun that was presented by shows such as Sex And The City and Friends.

Three months ago, a strange sensation took over. I felt like going for a run.

With the Black Friday sales starting and then the debut of the Christmas season, I’ve found myself thinking about my shopping habits, writes Ava Siena Cohen.

It got me thinking, what are the best presents I’ve ever received? I, like many of my friends, are tired of getting the same Body Shop gift sets or ugly jewellery we’d never wear. So what to buy, then?

It’s a city that is mine because it’s where I learnt how to be confident in myself. Mine because it taught me my second language, my language of love, of passion, of beauty, of romance.

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?