Angela Mollard

3 weeks ago | independent.co.uk | Angela Mollard

In FocusWhen it comes to people who really understand her, the Princess of Wales doesn’t have to look further than Denmark to find a true sister-in-arms, writes Angela Mollard. And this Australian-born ‘commoner’ and her modern approach to royalty will help Kate navigate her next chapterA few months after Mary Donaldson met a handsome young Danish man in a bar in Sydney, she travelled secretly to his homeland so the pair could spend New Year’s Eve together.

2 months ago | ohbaby.co.nz | Angela Mollard

Home > Lifestyle > Book club > Home decorating with kids? You've gotta be joking! If you're struggling with how to make your home look pretty while raising a tribe of kids, read and take comfort in Angela Mollard's thoughts on what's important and what's not when  it comes to home decorating. The New Zealand-born author has just released a book, The Smallest Things: Thoughts on Making a Happy Family.

2 months ago | cairnspost.com.au | Angela Mollard

My mum Judy has brown eyes. Her parents both had blue. For more than 60 years that little detail has bothered her. When she was training to become a teacher, a lecturer in human development told the class it was virtually impossible for two blue-eyed parents to have a brown-eyed baby. She went home and asked her mum: “Am I adopted?” My Nana was indignant though agitated. No, she said firmly. She had given birth to her, in hospital, as her birth certificate showed. Mum got on with life.

2 months ago | dailymail.co.uk | Angela Mollard

When Jessica Ainscough’s memorial was held nearly ten years ago, the church could barely contain the hundreds of mourners. A sprinter at school and a dynamo in life, the 29-year-old, who’d spent seven years battling cancer, was known to the 1.5 million people who followed her on her blog and social media as the ‘Wellness Warrior’. But to those who truly loved her, she was Jet.

2 months ago | cairnspost.com.au | Angela Mollard

I’m not sure if it was Tiffany’s hair or Melania’s hat or Lauren’s cleavage or Usha’s coat. Or maybe it was Ivanka, trussed up like a retro air hostess for her dad’s big day only to burst forth in the evening in a full rococo Audrey Hepburn-inspired gown. Perhaps it was all five of them. But one thing was certain: the inauguration of President Trump tapped into something I haven’t felt for nearly 30 years. Girl Power.