the end was just the beginning
I think I'm finally getting better. It's been more than two weeks of snot and misery. I've sneezed my way through the kids' school holidays, visits with friends, bleary dates with DD, job interviews ... DD was quite horrified to be sent a picture of how my dining table looked after an old friend popped... Continue Reading →
My dear friend and fellow blogger Franki Hobson wrote a blog this week called "What it's really like to be ginger." It was sparked by the Ginger Pride Rally in Melbourne last week, organised by Buderim Ginger. Over the years, Franki spent thousands of dollars on becoming a bottle redhead and noted "While I did... Continue Reading →
OK, I'm just going to come right out and say it: I've never watched porn. Is that weird? How can someone be 48 and never even glimpse porn? From what the media tells me, kids start watching it on the internet when they're - this is confronting - 10 years old (and it rewires their brains... Continue Reading →
There's nothing like Facebook telling you it's your first boyfriend's 50th birthday to make you feel ... Mature. It's a startling reminder of how long it's been since I was a teenager. I met my boyfriend in high school. My friends trailed after his friends, who were in the year above us and therefore far... Continue Reading →
Many of you will be asking: "What is Coachella 2016?" And: "Why should I care?" Well, if you're under 30 you'll care because all the cool under 30 people - and Cindy Crawford - are there. That Kylie Jenner person, Brooklyn Beckham, Ava Philippe (Reese Witherspoon's daughter), Hailey Baldwin ... So you'll be pleased to... Continue Reading →
There were plenty of signs my marriage was ending long before it did, but I didn't see them. I was in denial. Four years ago, the travel editor of the Sun Herald - a friend of my ex-husband - commissioned me to write a story about an 18-day cruise to Hawaii. I was freelancing at... Continue Reading →
There may be things more beautiful than the clear aquamarine waves that were crashing at Freshwater Beach yesterday. But, as I stood knee-deep in the surf, I was totally mesmerised. I wished my camera was waterproof so I could capture their glory. They reminded me of a gorgeous series by my favourite photographer, Narelle Autio:... Continue Reading →
When you write about celebrities as much as I do - and watch movies on high rotation when you're sick - it's hardly surprising that they infiltrate your dreams. Last night I was spraying sunscreen onto George Clooney's neck. George - ever the prankster - decided to engage in a little rough housing and we... Continue Reading →
I am sooooooooo sick of being sick. It's been eight days now. Eight. Bloody. Days. Literally. My nose is bleeding because it just can't take it any more. Sigh. I wake up each morning a little bit sicker rather than a little bit better. What's THAT all about? The kids have been terribly neglected on... Continue Reading →
I visited Kathleen Folbigg last weekend - remember my old school friend who's in jail? She's awaiting the results of a judicial inquiry into her case. She was supposed to have a response by August last year, then October, then January, then March and now May. Its not easy to ride that emotional rollercoaster of... Continue Reading →
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