Escaping your past

Most Friday and Saturday nights of my youth were spent dancing, as Kevin Bacon would say, my ass off. Gunfighter’s Rest and The Crazy Horse were my usual haunts. It was the bulkest of fun. These days, my dancing is restricted to the (very) occasional party. But I went to a bar on Friday night […]

Paying it forward

I gotta say, I wasn’t too keen on heading out to another work function last night. Partying with the ethanol crowd wore me out on Wednesday. It was also a drizzly, miserable afternoon and I was a bit frazzled by juggling work with running the eldest to the doctor for a medical certificate. They needed […]

Floating away from my problems

The ethanol crowd really know how to party. I was invited to the Manildra Christmas bash last night. It was on a fancy boat called Kokoma 2. Kokoma cruised around Sydney harbour while we sipped sparkling wine and supped on arancini balls and gourmet sausage rolls and oysters. I was there because Manildra is an […]

It was magic

Once upon a time, I lived in New York. It wasn’t for very long, just a little while. I can’t quite believe it actually happened. But it did – we had an apartment on the Upper, Upper, Upper West Side. I was a stay-at-home mum while my ex studied business journalism at Columbia University. As […]

Deep water

One of the final nails in my marriage coffin was a swimming pool. And Hama beads … but that’s a story for another day. Have I told you the swimming pool story? I can’t remember. I’m so vague at the moment that I wrote my name on an official document as “Ala” yesterday. Yup, totally […]

I want it so bad

I peered in the windows of my dream house over the weekend. The real estate agent’s ad describes it as “a modest circa 1912 Canadian red cedar residence steeped in historical significance and on the market for the first time in 80 years.” That doesn’t make it sound like much, but the location is out […]

Fault and responsibility

Celebrities as a species aren’t particularly wise. They make just as many dumb choices as the rest of us. Probably more. But people seem to listen better when a star suggests something, so here goes … When Gwyneth Paltrow “consciously uncoupled” from Chris Martin a month after my own marriage ended, I thought the phrase […]

That was pretty wicked

It took me four hours to collect my kid from art camp yesterday. The things we do for love. I battled the driving rain to Springwood in a journey made extra harrowing by the RTA’s decision that signage to the Blue Mountains isn’t necessary for the first eleventy seven thousand kilometres of the motorway. I was […]