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 […]

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 […]

Not what I had in mind

It’s been more than three years and I still haven’t spent a weekend at DD’s place. Last weekend was supposed to finally be The One. But, of course, things didn’t turn out the way I’d planned. They. Never. Do. My friend Megz took over my house for a few days while her super fish daughter […]

The milestones never stop

I’m finding myself oddly drawn to movies about old people. Especially ones where they’re having fun. The latest one that’s caught my eye is Finding Your Feet. Here’s the trailer – I hadn’t watched this one before, it’s a bit gooby. But I’m still curious because the storyline kinda resonates. Well, except I’m not a […]

What does he want from me?

Tinder scares me. All that talk of swiping left or right and men only being on there for one thing and sending dick pics to prove it. I never thought I’d have to worry about that sort of thing on Instagram. It seemed so nice and innocuous and unrelated to dating. Don’t worry, I haven’t […]

I wish it wasn’t happening

There are big changes coming in the Household this week as the eldest gears up to switch schools. The current school has been a source of deep unhappiness for more than a year and push finally came to shove. I don’t know what it’s like in your neck of the woods, but it’s very hard […]

Smug married life advice

The stuff that gets under my skin surprises me sometimes. I made the mistake of clicking on an article slamming Barnaby Joyce and Karl Stefanovic over the weekend that started off by saying: “Husbands need to learn not to take everything from their wives and run.” I don’t know Barnaby or Karl and I’m not sure […]

Inner conflict

Playing “I Spy” for two hours really takes it out of you. Especially when you’re on the Newcastle to Sydney freeway where there’s not much other than gum trees beginning with G or T … The youngest accidentally left her phone at her dad’s house on Tuesday morning and has been device free ever since. […]

This is who I blame

Most people don’t even realise until I tell them. They don’t know it’s happening. Facebook is making choices for them. It’s deciding what they do and don’t want to see in their “news feed”. And it’s getting on my goat. Earlier this week I wrote about the death of blogging. Mumabulous reckons people can no […]

I’ve had worse Valentine’s Days

That wouldn’t be too hard, though – I’ve had some shockers in my time. There was the date at the French restaurant where the woman at the next table kept screeching with outrage about the food being “f@#king raw’ all the way through dinner. So romantic. Then there was Valentine’s Day 2014, when my husband […]