I didn't want to get out of bed this morning. Not because I was bleeeeeaaaaaak, which is usually the reason people don't want to get out of bed ... or because they're lazy or really good at sleeping or something, like my 12-year-old, who could quite happily stay under the covers until lunchtime. She doesn't... Continue Reading →

"You must really love swimming," one of my colleagues noted when I told her I'd been kayaking and splashing in the surf on the weekend. "Yes!" I replied. Then I paused, a little startled by my answer, and added, "Actually, I can't swim. I've always hated the water ... until lately." Two years ago, I... Continue Reading →

"One thing you might not know about me is that I am a punctual person," Mrs Woog wrote yesterday. "This is a recent phenomenon, rearing its head about the same time that I became obsessed with the weather forecast and when I started selecting clothing based on whether it would crush or not. It is... Continue Reading →

Back in 2014, when I was feeling a little down, the universe sent me a pig. It's pretty hard to stay miz when a squealing pig runs past you in a suburban Sydney street. It kinda startles you out of it. Yesterday, the universe got jack of my middle-class-white-girl moping about life's challenges and one-upped... Continue Reading →

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 →