You know you're getting old when you sit around the dining table regaling children with stories about what it was like when I was young. That's what I found myself doing at a friend's house last night. We told them about how there were no ATMs, so you had to make sure you got enough... Continue Reading →

A post popped up in my Facebook feed yesterday from my break-up bible, Huffington Post Divorce. It was an extract from the dearly departed Nora Ephron's book I Remember Nothing And Other Reflections. I love Nora Ephron. I dream of writing the way she did. I shed so many tears and found so much comfort... Continue Reading →

Old age, you terrible thing. I drove over my glasses the other day. I'd spent days wondering where they were. They were here ... in the driveway ... Kinda arty, really. They must have been in my lap then fallen on the ground when I got out of the car. I didn't notice and they... Continue Reading →

Remember my DIY Brazilian? (How could you forget?) Well, one of my readers shared this story with me from a forum. I have no idea of its origin or authenticity, but it made me laugh until I cried so I thought you might enjoy a giggle too. In her case, it went horrible wrong ...... Continue Reading →

There was ice all over my car windscreen yesterday morning. I don't remember EVER having ice on my car in Sydney before. I was so bloody cold last night that I couldn't get to sleep. Flannelette pyjamas, bed socks, doona, dressing gown draped over the top ... and still shivering an hour later. DD, however,... Continue Reading →

A few weeks ago, booking.com sent me an email with a header that said: "Alana, we've found last-minute deals for you in Ryde!" I thought it was a little odd, as I've never expressed the slightest desire to visit Ryde while on the booking.com site. I drive through the Northern Sydney suburb of Ryde on... Continue Reading →

I was shocked to read on smh.com.au at 8.28pm last night that "erratic swings give Labor hope." I was certain there was no hope for Australia. Especially after filling out that ridiculous senate paper at the polling booth. It was truly disturbing. Why the hell do they make you tick six boxes when the choices... Continue Reading →

The youngest's affection for the kitchen came in handy last night. After I cooked up burgers and homemade wedges dusted in Cajun spices - go me - it was time for some Election Day baking for the school cake stall. Nothing turned out quite the way I'd planned. Sigh. I'd decided to make "dirt" covered... Continue Reading →

I haven't worked full time in an office since my youngest daughter was born 10 years ago. I even managed - with the support of the most amazing deputy editor, Nicole Byers - to edit Woman's Day while working only four days a week. I didn't understand how lucky I was back then, when I... Continue Reading →