the end was just the beginning
The bizarre coincidences in my life spin me out. Yesterday I got hit with the freaky stick again. My current custody arrangements mean I have the kids every Saturday and Husband has them every Sunday. Not conducive to weekends away. So when the Queen's Birthday popped up I made the most of two days to... Continue Reading →
I took the kids to see Maleficent. I know, I know, the youngest is only 8 and it's rated "M" and I feel really bad for thinking "I hope it's only 'M' for violence" ... Meh, it was fine. Lord of The Rings leaves it for dead in the horrific slaughter stakes. And the kids... Continue Reading →
It's been so wet and cold recently - time to crack out the slow-cooker again. Ahhh, I love my slow-cooker. Here are some of the family favourites I'll be cooking in the coming months. Do you have a favourite slow-cooker recipe? I'd love to try it. Plus, I can't help including a new casserole favourite... Continue Reading →
I went house-hunting yesterday. The deja vu knocked me for a six. Suddenly, I was back where I started 22 years ago, buying my first place. I stood outside a modest brick semi that might be in my price range and was reminded of that little house I bought in Petersham. Both unrenovated, both filled with... Continue Reading →
Seven blissful baby announcements ... and a divorce. Welcome to another hectic week in celebrity news. >> Breaking news overnight is that Melanie Griffith has filed for divorce from Antonio Banderas after 18 years of marriage in a conscious uncoupling that echoes that of Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin. The actress filed for divorce from... Continue Reading →
I had the most sickening realisation yesterday. After writing my blog, which mentioned the time Husband and I appeared on 60 Minutes, I decided to take a look back at the transcript of the interview. And I saw that the cracks in our marriage were already appearing all those years ago. It was quite the epiphany.... Continue Reading →
I spent the first 35 years of my life deeply disinterested in having kids. I was notorious for my refusal to hold babies. If one was forced into my arms, I looked awkward and terrified, like I was holding a bomb that might explode at any second. I'm even ashamed to admit I mouthed "you're... Continue Reading →
My first-ever flatmate, Jodie, took me on an adventure this week. A culinary one, my favourite kind. Jodie lived in Jordan last year and has a love for all things Middle Eastern, so she drove me to Lakemba to gorge on fantastic Lebanese food (while simultaneously yakking each other's ears off). One of the nice... Continue Reading →
OK, that's not entirely accurate. I had crabs. But I managed to get rid of them yesterday. I told the school mum responsible for giving me crabs that I had a terrible fate in mind ... Feeding them to the chooks. She looked horrified. So I devised a humane plan B: trekking to a muddy... Continue Reading →
I had a recurring nightmare as a kid: I'd walk down the hill to our house in Ashbury Street and everything seemed ... not quite right. I couldn't put my finger on it. The house looked the same ... but different. My parents looked like mum and dad, but something was out of kilter. It... Continue Reading →
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