I only have a few minutes to squeeze this in ... I need to be at work at 7.15am as I'm off to a breakfast meeting in the city. Cue heavy breathing for all the wrong quickie reasons. A back-to-school week with the kids and a hectic work schedule have collided, and I'm feeling a... Continue Reading →

I have an intern working for me at the moment. He's from the greater Chicago area. He's 21 and looks a little startled to be overseas for the first time. He also had quite a bit of trouble understanding what I was saying for the first few days. I do have quite a broad Aussie... Continue Reading →

I mean, I'm almost 49. My womb has been razed to the ground by a metal device heated to 180C. It's more barren than Donald Trump's heart. But, there's something about your mum saying "maybe you're pregnant" that makes an anxious over thinker anxiously over think. Especially when your medically trained significant other (who doesn't... Continue Reading →

I haven't felt able to blog over the past few days. My mojo deserted me last week and with it went any desire or ability to tap out a post. I'm pretty sure it's chemical. I'm less than two months away from turning 49 and my body - and mind - is betraying me as... Continue Reading →

It feels weird NOT to mention it, but I'm loathe to say "Happy Australia Day!" So many people AREN'T happy about it these days. Even my easygoing 10-year-old gave me a grilling last night, wanting to know why we were celebrating invading someone else's country. So I'll just say "Happy public holiday with family and... Continue Reading →

Someone Googled "Naked tooth fairy" yesterday and arrived at my blog. I expect they were deeply disappointed by whatever they found. There are no naked tooth fairy photos at Housegoeshome ... or saucy tales about them. Although, I did dress up (quite creatively) as Santa's helper once ... But that was just in real life... Continue Reading →

There are vast swathes of my life that have a weird mythical quality to them. They can't possibly have happened to me. They belong to another person's life. The person who feels more "real" is the suburban single mum who worries about paying her bills, adores swimming in the ocean, is rediscovering love and can't... Continue Reading →

I finally got back to the sea late yesterday, after a week without it or DD. The sea had the sulks and sent me bluebottles. Now I have the sulks with the sea. Avalon and Whale Beach were both deserted due to the blue plague, so we headed to Palm Beach in search of clear... Continue Reading →