the end was just the beginning
It's funny how all the big stuff hits at once. Actually, it's not funny, it's a bit tough, but you know what I mean. I faced a difficult single mothering dilemma this week: both kids faced something serious at the same time ... 11am on Monday morning. I fretted over what to do for a... Continue Reading →
I don't even know who I am any more. I happened to notice Met Gala pics were popping up in my Instagram feed and thought "there's a nice, light diversion from what's been a rather emotionally charged week behind the scenes at Housegoeshome." And I saw that JLo has been dating ARod for more than... Continue Reading →
I unfollowed a Facebook page yesterday. It was REALLY giving me the shites. It's called "Brain Porn" - I'm not going to link to it because you are much better off without it in your life. It even has the audacity to feature Hugh Laurie as its cover image, holding a brain. There's nothing brainy... Continue Reading →
Waaaaaaay back in the '80s I loved a weekly comedy show on the ABC called "The Big Gig". Do you remember it? Most of the jokes have floated away in the ether of time, but one vignette remains: a bloke wearing a fez with the top cut off. He had a huge spoon and pretended... Continue Reading →
Sorry if I worried you yesterday. I was being a bit of a drama queen. But thank you to everyone who touched base. I got myself trapped in a negative loop. Once you become an anxious mouse skittering frenetically on the treadmill of life it can be a bit hard to get off and take... Continue Reading →
I didn’t want to go out last night. I wanted to curl up on the couch and mope. But I had to attend a work function at a nightclub called Slide on Oxford Street in Darlinghurst. I felt far too old and tired and emotional to be going to a nightclub called Slide on a... Continue Reading →
I never scored an invitation to the Logies during my long magazine career. But it feels like I've been to the iconic TV event because two of my lovely former colleagues have been attending them for YEARS, so I've lived through countless ceremonies vicariously. Emma has been the editor of TV Week for yonks, while... Continue Reading →
I got my hair cut heaps shorter yesterday. I'd let it grow all long and blah. It was making me feel all long (in the tooth) and blah. Well, that and five hundred million other things. Fecking life as a fecking single almost-50 mum is fecking challenging sometimes. Especially if your hair is the wrong length, that... Continue Reading →
The youngest was at a sleepover party last night, so I made the eldest watch "The Breakfast Club" with me. I should have been connecting with her, as it's our second last night together of my holidays, but I was cactus from a week of not sleeping properly (I keep waking in the middle of... Continue Reading →
Confession: the first few days of Bluesfest kinda freaked me out. You probably weren't given that impression by my last blog post, which goes to show the deceptive power of social media. I didn't lie yesterday, but I didn't tell the whole truth. The whole truth is that some aspects of Bluesfest were challenging: the... Continue Reading →
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