Chatelaine

I have helicopter parent tendencies. Indeed, I’m the kind of parent who hovers in the playground to spot tumbles off the slide.

You may have already heard from scores of angry bloggers about the article Marie Claire recently ran on its website, questioning whether “fatties” should “get a room.”

With the help of designer Ramsin Khachi, the CityLine host creates her family's new home

Sometimes it’s the smallest things that add stress to our lives and make me think, "No, seriously, I can’t handle this on top of everything else!"

Make your next workout really count by paying attention to these dos and don’ts

There’s nothing that starts my day off right like random cheap deals - which is why I love deal-of-the-day sites like Groupon so much.

I live alone and, most of the time, I really like it. I like being able to shut the door on a apartment of my own - and more often than not, a mess that's all mine - and have the privacy and peace that comes with complete ownership of a space.

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. What did we say about drugs and prostitutes? Major no-nos! Aging Hollywood bad-boy Charlie Sheen proved he still knows how to party himself into the ground, after reportedly trashing a room at the Plaza Hotel in New York City on Monday night. The Two and a Half Men star was hospitalized Tuesday morning after cops found him drunk and nude in the damaged room. Gossip website Radar Online reports that Sheen was accompanied back to his room by a prostitute who claims the actor was high on cocaine. Oh Charlie, this sort of behaviour stopped being cool back in...wait, this behaviour was never cool.

Liven up a little black dress with bright satin, glitter and bows

One of the reasons it's so fun working in The Chatelaine Kitchen is that we get to play with so many new and cool kitchen gadgets.

Got results from my latest CT scan but the doctor who delivered them did so in such a negative way that what should have been routine discussion turned into something so pessimistic that it ruined my whole day...argh!!!!!

It was the summer before grade nine. And, still new to what a period completely entailed, I was moaning about my crippling cramps.