I work for an organisation called the drinks association. They're a not-for-profit mob that provide support, insights and data to the drinks industry. I'm quite loving writing news stories about the latest happenings in the wine, beer and spirits spheres. And then there are the training sessions ... On Friday night my brilliant boss Sandra... Continue Reading →

My life is a bit of a scramble right now. And it's driving me crazy. Ever since the Poor Jet-setting Single Mum got back from holidays, I haven't managed to get on top of things. There is a thick layer of dust over absolutely everything post renovation. There are no window coverings, so the neighbours... Continue Reading →

Under normal circumstances I would moan about how hideous I look in all the photographs from my speech at the 10th Annual Breast Care Fundraiser Breakfast and how I'll have to go on a starvation diet waaaaaahhhhhh, but the speech itself is 20 minutes long, so I figure you don't have time for my self-pity... Continue Reading →

You know how the kids were all bright and chatty and thrilled to see me on Monday night? Well it fell in a heap on Tuesday morning. I woke before dawn to the sound of shuffling in the bathroom, but I stuck my finger in my ear and rolled over in the hope they'd head... Continue Reading →

I got my daughters back last night after three long weeks, then I put my new kitchen through its paces. I was pretty happy with how both went. The kids sat on my new $25 Kmart stools at the breakfast bar and chatted to me as I cooked dinner. I made them chicken stir fry... Continue Reading →

The sky looks glorious outside my window. I wish I'd paid attention earlier, it must have been the most amazing sunrise, but I was busy texting my ex. My daughters finally flew back into Sydney late, late, late last night. So I didn't get to see them, they went straight back to their dad's place... Continue Reading →

I asked the breast cancer fundraiser breakfast - the one I'm headlining on Thursday - how long they want me to talk. They said 20 minutes. Now, that sounds like a doddle but, let me tell you, 20 minutes is a loooooooong time to blather on stage. I thought I had it all sorted until... Continue Reading →

I went out with some single friends last night and they told me they've given up on internet dating and Tinder. They've decided they want to meet someone the old fashioned way. One was even bold enough to ask a waitress in a cafe to hand a bloke she fancied a note after she'd left... Continue Reading →

I sat at the hairdresser's yesterday getting my hair cut and coloured for my public speaking debut next week and realised my keel has evened again. I hate it when things get wobbly. But transitioning back to real life post-holiday, sorting out the renovation and missing the kids was a biggie for anxious me. Remember... Continue Reading →