I was pretty bleary when DD's alarm went off at 5.30am so we could do a 6am F45 class together. I stayed at his place the night before - I couldn't really come at the 5am wake-up required to get to the class from my house. It's very, very quiet at DD's place, so I... Continue Reading →

DD has convinced me to do some harrowing F45 thing this morning. I think it's some sort of boot camp that kicks off at the ungodly hour of 6am. Then we're going to watch the sun rise and sip coffee together. Watching the sun rise and sipping coffee together have kinda become our "things." They're... Continue Reading →

Remember my youngest daughter being mentally scarred by the boy in That Sugar Film whose teeth had rotted from drinking Mountain Dew? She refused to eat sugar for months afterwards and still has stretches off sucrose, kinda like Dry July for kids. After a sugary school holidays, she eased herself into the first week back... Continue Reading →

Yesterday was ... quite something on the working-single-mum-juggling-act front. I woke at 5am, panicking because I didn't have a blog written and wanting something published by 7am for my dear friend Katherine as a tribute to our get-together on Sunday. When I wake up in a panic there's no going back, my heart starts racing... Continue Reading →

I'm on my mettle this morning. My friend Katherine, who is an Anglican priest, informed me yesterday that she needs the blog published by 7am each morning or she misses her reading window before her insanely busy days begin. Well, she doesn't need it published by 7am, but it helps. I'm constantly humbled that busy... Continue Reading →

It doesn't take me very long to get obsessive about my job. Alright, alright, it doesn't take me very long to get obsessive about ANYTHING. I have an easily fixated brain. But let's just focus on the professional stuff for this particular blog post. I've spent most of my career completely hooked on all things... Continue Reading →

I was convinced it was fatal when I woke up on Monday morning and couldn't walk properly. The bit where my femur meets my hip really, really hurt. Some terrible bone condition, I decided. Dying. And then I realised what it actually was: muscle pain from bowling. I. Am. Getting. So. Old. How can a... Continue Reading →

The world often breaks my heart with its hate and anger. I feel terribly sad when I scan the news websites each day. How can people have lost their perspective on the preciousness of human life? Closer to home, things can feel pretty precarious too. Modern living has filled humanity with so much anxiety that... Continue Reading →

I'm writing this blog immediately after reading an article by Lana Hirschowitz about the perils of Australia's drinking culture and how much it saddens her. And I'm feeling a little guilty: most of the photographs I took during my blog break involved alcohol. My excuse is that I needed shots to populate my work (drinks... Continue Reading →

I'm giving myself a few days off from blogging. It's HouseGoesHome's little anniversary present to me. I've had my ups and downs with inspiration over the past few weeks. There are times when putting fingers to keyboard and producing something by 7am has felt a bit bloody hard. I think some time without that deadline... Continue Reading →