A lovely electronic friend asked me how I was yesterday. She was worried about me being lonely without my kids and wanted to know if I was missing them. She wrote: "They can be a bastard like that - drive you nuts when they are there, then break your heart when they're not!" I replied:... Continue Reading →

When I tell people I'm dating someone who doesn't talk much they start to giggle. They remark that it shouldn't be a problem because I talk enough for two people. I think I'm getting a reputation. I'm not used to dating someone who doesn't talk much. Journalists can talk underwater. Put them together at a... Continue Reading →

One of my all-time favourite bloggers, Pinky Poinker, wrote a post last year called On My Deathbed. She pondered what life's really about and asked the curly question “What matters to YOU in life?” I felt a bit spooked after reading it. A few hours earlier I’d wailed on my blog: “I don’t know what I... Continue Reading →

It's been more than 18 months since my husband walked out, yet the "divorce" word has never been mentioned. I think we're both too scared by the enormity of it. Divorce is a word that should never be tossed around lightly. It's a horrible thing, best avoided. But I've been wondering a lot lately about... Continue Reading →

My ex sent a message yesterday afternoon with the youngest's final results at the National Skipping Championships at the AIS in Canberra. It said that she'd won "zip, zero nothing" but "still has a smile on her face." And I'm so happy with that. I saw some very teary girls who struck out at the... Continue Reading →

I wonder if making a Tardis cake together is a good test of a relationship? If it is ... DD and I are doing pretty well. We kept our cools and created a wibbly, wobbly "masterpiece" (don't look too closely at the Frankensteiny bits, I need to watch a few fondant tutorials before I attempt... Continue Reading →

Middle-aged dating is a difficult beast. The demands of single parenting, work and two needy, badly behaved dogs (that no-one wants to mind) mean that DD and I rarely get more than a few hours together at a stretch. But with the kids away at the National Skipping Championships and the serendipitous news that my... Continue Reading →

The youngest is competing at the National Skipping Championships today. I feel a little sad that I'm not there. My ex and I divided it up earlier this year: I took her to the State Championships, he got the Nationals. At the time it felt like a chore we were splitting. But I ended up... Continue Reading →

  I joined RSVP a year ago ... it was a Friday night ... I'd had a few wines ... it seemed like a good idea. But I didn't like it AT ALL. As I noted in a blog post called RSVP for Beginners ... "All the women in the 45-55 age group seem dauntingly... Continue Reading →