The youngest has always loved cooking, but she's become a bit obsessed lately. I blame it on watching Masterchef every night. She even makes her own bread now. She wanted to make her own pasta yesterday. From scratch. She's 10! I said NO! Saying "NO!" to making pasta didn't really make my day any easier.... Continue Reading →

So how about that Brexit shocker yesterday? Confession: I was pretty oblivious during the morning because I was being brain numbed at a ABAC briefing, then wafting around Northbridge School of Visual Arts trying on jewellery and admiring the art ... It was only when I asked DD how his day was going and he... Continue Reading →

Many years ago I had my one and only public speaking gig. It was in Newcastle, just after I finished up as editor of Woman's Day. I filled my speech with lots of celebrity anecdotes and it seemed to get quite a few laughs, though my mum remains slightly embarrassed to this day by my... Continue Reading →

I was the exact opposite of a rebel as a teenager. No detention. Never grounded. Always the good girl. I get a bit cross sometimes that I never got the chance to be BAD. Well, sort of, not really. I'm highly intolerant of people who do THE WRONG THING. Even little stuff like NOT KEEPING... Continue Reading →

I found myself irresistibly drawn to media coverage of that Tinder court case yesterday. You know the trial I mean: the bloke, Zane Alchin, who wrote a string of vile messages on Facebook about a woman's Tinder photograph and description of herself. He's facing up to three years in jail, which will set a welcome precedent... Continue Reading →

There isn't really a wrong side of the bed for me. I love every square centimetre of it. I quite adore having it to myself every night. I don't feel sad about there not being a husband on my right. I can toss and turn and cough and get up to wee as much as... Continue Reading →

I droppped my 12-year-old daughter to the mall for the first time yesterday to hang out with her friends. And so it begins. It felt a bit strange heading home without her - the three of us normally spend our Saturdays together. A few hours later, her sister and I headed to Westfield for lunch.... Continue Reading →

Yesterday, I mentioned how hopeless I was at concealing my unhappiness in the dying years of my marriage. It reminded me of a blog post I wrote about being 44, called "Who are you in your 40s?". It noted: This should be a blog post about how fabulous it is to be 40+. But it’s... Continue Reading →