the end was just the beginning
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 →
I'm not very good at pretending everything is wonderful when it's not. It's why I look so awful in every photograph taken of me during the last few years of my marriage. I know a few people who are going through difficult times, but you've never know it from their Facebook feeds. They post smiley,... Continue Reading →
I really need a mental health day ... but life just doesn't allow for that right now. Today is shaping up as another crazy one. I have to finish my first communications plan by 3pm. I'm supposed to be at a lunch with my fellow X-trainers. I'm picking the eldest up from band at 3.30pm.... Continue Reading →
Sometimes being a single mum really, really gets to me. Like yesterday, which was a crazy, exhausting, infuriating whirl. It kicked off with a text message about the youngest needing her band uniform for school photos. I hustled around the house getting ready and dropped it over to my ex's place on the way to... Continue Reading →
I spent yesterday morning blithely wandering Bilgola Beach, vaguely aware there had been another shooting in the United States, but not really comprehending the horror. It feels like there's a shooting incident in the US every day. I fear I've become (appallingly) blase about the carnage. But for someone to use an automatic weapon to... Continue Reading →
How's your long weekend going? Forgive me, but I'm about to boast ... mine has been pretty freaking awesome. I went to Vivid Sydney for the ... um ... third time on Saturday night. And yesterday I went for the most gorgeous bike ride on the Central Coast. I took lots of photos and I've... Continue Reading →
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