Like you’ve never been hurt

Stop waiting until you lose weight, until you gain weight, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is... Continue Reading →

She was there for me

When I first became a journalist my dream was to write about fashion. Not Chanel or Gucci or anything fancy like that. Fashion for real people. My favourite Aussie labels were Ojay and Time ... ring any bells among the middle-aged crowd? Instead, I became a cadet journalist at The Newcastle Herald, covering coward punches... Continue Reading →

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