Housegoeshome turns six this month. It's been quite the journey. I started blogging when I was freaking out about being unemployed after 20 years at ACP Magazines. The blog gave a creative centre to my days, it was a life buoy to clutch. I don't enjoy reading those first few blog posts because they're so... Continue Reading →

Early last year, I bought a copy of the second season of The X-Files to binge on with the kids during the school holidays. It was my favourite show when I was a bright young thing and - given the kids' affection for fantasy and sci fi movies - I thought it would be a... Continue Reading →

I've felt very lucky over the past few days to be surrounded by kind people. They've taken such good care of me when I needed it. I drove up to Newcastle on Friday night to see friends I've had since I was in high school - I was bridesmaid at their wedding - who cooked... Continue Reading →

I'm recovering from something I've decided to call "Mellencamp Syndrome." As I noted in that speech I gave at a breast cancer fundraiser last year: Before my husband walked out, I was going through the motions. Like the John Mellencamp song says: “Oh yeah, life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone.”... Continue Reading →

I'm heading to Newcastle tonight. It's been a loooooooong time between visits. My friend Megz needs my house again for the weekend, this time as a base her daughter while she competes in the 2017 NSW Country SC Championships. I figure it's the tiniest of good deeds I can do when I avoid charity collectors... Continue Reading →

It's annoying how Piscean I've become with age. In my younger years I didn't relate to those wishy washy characteristics AT ALL. I was driven, good with money, practical and hated swimming. (I also didn't have much faith in star signs after working at a magazine where the astrologer was an alcoholic. She often didn't... Continue Reading →

I indulged in a little foot-stomping activism this week. There was a public meeting at my local community hall about the NSW Government making both sides of my street a seven-day-a-week clearway. People are very, very upset about the clearway idea, even the ones who don't live on my street because they still want to... Continue Reading →

Every Monday night there are ghosts in my house. I wake each Monday morning to silence ... well, aside from the garbage trucks smashed their way down the street at 5am. The kids stay at their dad's place from Sunday night until Tuesday morning. There's no before-school band rehearsal, no lunches to prepare. I unpack... Continue Reading →

I was going to take the week off from blogging as I'm feeling a little mojo low. But I woke up this morning and there was so much I needed to tell you. It's only been a few days since I've talked at you, but it feels like an eternity and I wanted to fill... Continue Reading →