It's been more than 18 months since my husband walked out, yet the "divorce" word has never been mentioned. I think we're both too scared by the enormity of it. Divorce is a word that should never be tossed around lightly. It's a horrible thing, best avoided. But I've been wondering a lot lately about... Continue Reading →

My ex sent a message yesterday afternoon with the youngest's final results at the National Skipping Championships at the AIS in Canberra. It said that she'd won "zip, zero nothing" but "still has a smile on her face." And I'm so happy with that. I saw some very teary girls who struck out at the... Continue Reading →

I wonder if making a Tardis cake together is a good test of a relationship? If it is ... DD and I are doing pretty well. We kept our cools and created a wibbly, wobbly "masterpiece" (don't look too closely at the Frankensteiny bits, I need to watch a few fondant tutorials before I attempt... Continue Reading →

Middle-aged dating is a difficult beast. The demands of single parenting, work and two needy, badly behaved dogs (that no-one wants to mind) mean that DD and I rarely get more than a few hours together at a stretch. But with the kids away at the National Skipping Championships and the serendipitous news that my... Continue Reading →

The youngest is competing at the National Skipping Championships today. I feel a little sad that I'm not there. My ex and I divided it up earlier this year: I took her to the State Championships, he got the Nationals. At the time it felt like a chore we were splitting. But I ended up... Continue Reading →

  I joined RSVP a year ago ... it was a Friday night ... I'd had a few wines ... it seemed like a good idea. But I didn't like it AT ALL. As I noted in a blog post called RSVP for Beginners ... "All the women in the 45-55 age group seem dauntingly... Continue Reading →

I had coffee with a former work colleague a few weeks ago. It was so lovely to catch-up. She's one of the good ones. It also turns out she's been following my misadventures via the blog. As we sat chatting, she urged me to write a book based on it. It's funny the stuff that... Continue Reading →

Being nice is supposed to be its own reward. But sometimes it feels like a punishment. Nice guys finish last and all that. I've spent my whole life being nice, trying not to hurt others, doing the right thing. I should feel pretty damn great about that. I should be awash in the good karma.... Continue Reading →

I've had heaps of people asking me what the hell is happening with the Kathleen Folbigg case review. The answer is: not a lot! It turns out the date I mentioned back in August was just the first moment we might hear something. Sigh. However, I was really excited to get an update this afternoon... Continue Reading →