A ducking great time

I did it! I went to the ducky pop-up place! And it was deeee-licious. OK, the food didn’t look quite like the photos, but it tasted very yummy. Here’s what it looks like in the PR pics … And … Aaaaand, here’s what it looks like in real life … Just in case you have […]

Showing off

The separated Household made our annual Sydney Royal Easter Show pilgrimage on Saturday. The eldest was rousted out of bed at the ungodly hour of 8am and we pootled over to Homebush for a little bit of country in the city. A fun time was had by all, even the eldest … once she found […]

Time goes and here we stand

I took a few hours off work yesterday to visit Grandparents Day at the youngest’s primary school. It’s her last one and her Pop wasn’t well enough to make the journey from Newcastle. The kids have often toughed out Grandparents Day on their own as both sets of grandparents live so far away, but the […]

Out for a duck

Three years on, I don’t miss much about living with my husband, other than the kids having their parents under one roof and him putting the garbage bins out. But I felt a nostalgic twinge yesterday when I heard MKR’s Manu Feildel was launching a pop-up duck restaurant in Surry Hills. My ex helped the […]

Haunting holiday memories

Five years ago today I went on a loooooooong cruise to Hawaii via Tahiti with my kids … and without my husband. It was my last travel junket as a magazine writer. Talk about going out with a bang. My husband could have squeezed into the cabin too, but he had zero interest in joining […]

Facing the music

Remember the famous line Jack Nicholson barked in A Few Good Men: “You can’t handle the truth!” That’s how I’m feeling about my credit card bills: “I can’t handle the debt!” The child-related financial stuff just keep slamming me. The latest cheery one from my daughter’s high school informed me: “Your daughter’s Music Ensembles membership […]

Black is not black

The youngest asked every man and his dog for Rebel vouchers for her birthday – she accumulated quite an impressive haul. They were burning a huge hole in her pocket, so I was railroaded into visiting Westfield over the weekend to spend them. What I didn’t quite realised was that our only objective was to […]