the end was just the beginning
I'm a little blitzed and a lot proud. The youngest just spent the last three days at Netball Central in Homebush, competing in the National Skipping Championships. We pretty much decided Team Teal were going just for fun because they'd faced a very difficult decision at the start of the year: two of the girls... Continue Reading →
It was one of those serendipitous moments ... I was having dinner at DD's mate Cliff's place when he mentioned he'd bought two tickets to New Order but his wife couldn't make it because she was going overseas. It being a small world, she and DD headed off to the same conference in San Francisco... Continue Reading →
My youngest daughter is competing in the National Skipping Championships at Homebush this weekend, just moments from where from my old school friend Kathleen Folbigg is incarcerated at Mulawa Detention Centre. So I decided it was a great opportunity to pay Kathy a visit, especially after fellow friends had told me she was feeling a... Continue Reading →
I hate talking on the phone. Hate, hate, HATE IT. Always have, always will. I feel physically ill at the mere thought of dialling a number and having to speak to a human - or even a robot - at the other end. It's my idea of heaven when I can make an appointment or... Continue Reading →
It's the end of an era. I'm leaving journalism. Hasta la vista, baby. I've been a journalist since I was 17, starting out as a cadet at The Newcastle Herald. Three years later, I made the transition to magazines: Studio, Design Series, Cosmopolitan, CLEO, Harper's Bazaar, Woman's Day, NW, Everyday Food ... After that came... Continue Reading →
I thought middle-aged dating was supposed to be a sedate affair, but DD had me up until all hours last night. I'm totally knackered this morning. I know what you're thinking ... yesterday she talked about sex in a ladies loo, today she goes on about being kept up all night ... She's leading us... Continue Reading →
... And occasionally traumatic ... but mainly bloody wonderful ... There were moments during my blogging break that were a bit PUS, but all-in-all it was awesome, bulk fun, all that jazz ... or should that be blues? DD and I flew off to Surfers Paradise for a few days. Not my ideal choice for... Continue Reading →
I've been feeling a little writer's blocky lately. The words haven't been bubbling up as freely as usual. So I've decided to give myself - and you - a few days off from my babbling. I'll probably be back on Tuesday. Have an awesome weekend. Thanks for sticking by me during my ups and downs.... Continue Reading →
People bag out Buzzfeed.com, but I reckon it's pretty funny. I cacked myself at its The 100 Rudest Effing Things Australians Say post yesterday. I remember studying Australian slang in 3-unit English for the HSC - the pinnacle of my academic achievement - and being blitzed by the colourful vernacular. I mean, what other country... Continue Reading →
My daughter had a really tough time when she was four. Just before she started kindergarten a bluebottle wrapped around her leg at the beach, two weeks later she violently, terrifyingly choked on a piece of squid in a restaurant, a few days later a little boy bit her so hard in the playground he... Continue Reading →
