TaraDuggan's Blog

Amanda Holden recently found herself at the centre of a storm of controversy after posting that picture of her daughter dressed in a red off the shoulder frock, adorned with jewels and plastered in full make-up. Originally billed as attending a 90s theme day at school dressed up as Julia Roberts character in Pretty Woman, that was hastily retracted due to an immediate online backlash. The...

So I’m finished, done, finito, it’s over, that ship has sailed and I’m happy to wave it off on its voyage from the dockside. I’m referring of course to the baby making years. My name is Tara Duggan and I have completed my family. This news will come as enormous shock to my nearest and dearest who I’m certain were expecting me to announce the impending arrival of another little bundle any...

So there I was sitting on the loo (as you do) scrolling through Facebook (as you do) when it suddenly dawned on me - I was alone. Completely and utterly solo. For the first time I could recall in almost a decade, I had managed to do what a person normally does in a bathroom without a single interruption. There was no small person there demanding I intervene in a row, or pour a juice, or change the...

So the icon of daytime TV that is Judy Finnegan is under fire again. She only recently made her return to our screens as a regular on the Loose Women panel after a decade in her study writing novels, and Judy - Oh Judy! –what a return it’s been. On her very first day in the new job she made some rather controversial remarks about footballer and convicted rapist Ched Evans, but undeterred by...

They say a son is a son until he finds a wife but a daughter is a daughter for life. I'd like to find whoever is responsible for that old adage and give them a stern talking to. It's simply NOT TRUE and I can prove it twice over. Ok so maybe I'm being a little over dramatic but recently I was left reeling when bitter experience visited my door for the second time in 6 years I found...

So today, just like every working day, I ran out the door to catch my bus, leaving a trail of destruction in my wake. Breakfast dishes still in the sink, wet clothes in the washing machine, toast crumbs and a few stray Cheerios on the kitchen floor and a pile of ironing so tall that it resembles the leaning tower of Pisa. Tonight when I get home from the office however I will walk into a house of...