Current affairs tore at my heart yesterday. I wept when I read that Olga Edwards, aged just 36, had been found dead in her Sydney home. The news came five months after her estranged husband executed their two children in the house and later turned the gun on himself. Police went to Olga’s home in... Continue Reading →

I simply cannot be trusted to send emails when I have PMT. This is why ... A message popped up in my Facebook feed this week, pleading for year 7 parents to help organise a welcome event in February for next year’s students. It was one of a series of pleas that I’d ignored, hoping... Continue Reading →

I rubbed some stray mascara from under my eye the other day and was horrified to see the skin remain in a little peak. I gave the peak a push, which just moved it along a few millimetres, so I had to gently pat it down flat. As Fashion Critical would say .... Jesus in... Continue Reading →

I finally put up our rag-tag Christmas tree yesterday. The youngest was keen to help, so I made her take a Clarityne a few hours beforehand. It made absolutely no difference - the tree was so dusty that she immediately became a sneezy mess and retreated to a kitchen stool to watch from a distance. She... Continue Reading →

I'm not entirely sure it's kosher to take your sister to a whisky launch to celebrate her birthday when she's sworn off alcohol for a year ... But I did. And she came in very handy as the designated driver to get me home afterwards. Thanks sis! We drove to The Bar at Icebergs Dining... Continue Reading →

Part 2 of DD’s blogging mini-series ... As mentioned in yesterday’s blog post, I've become known as ‘DJ Dave’ among the Warrior workout group (also ‘Honey Prawn’ – because I’ve spent so much time in China on business trips this year). When I first started training with the group, one of the other guys would... Continue Reading →

DD has written two guest blog posts for me! They were sparked by The Warrior Christmas Party on Saturdayt. I took the photos, but decided DD should provide the words. It’s his story, I've just been an observer during his fitness journey. He emailed the posts to me yesterday. It's ridiculous how excited I still get... Continue Reading →

The unsung Paper Giants, the women and men who launched Cosmopolitan in Australia, gathered for its wake last weekend. Cosmo's December issue will be its last - Bauer Media has decreed the title is no longer viable. It has joined CLEO on the scrap heap of the digital age. There's no Asher Keddie-style mini-series about... Continue Reading →

It's been a big few days. Huge. The action kicked off with the eldest striking for climate change in a hand-painted Springsteen on fire T-shirt. I waved my budding activist off and headed to my work Christmas party. It was at The Fernery, where I scored a free glass of Lanson bubbly because it was the... Continue Reading →