the end was just the beginning
My eyebrows shot up around my hairline earlier this week when the above image popped up on my Facebook feed. It was posted by my brother-in-law with the caption: "Weeks have passed, it's been fun, time to add to the household ..." He and my sister got married in March and all his friends went... Continue Reading →
I felt a bit blah when I woke yesterday. I'm not loving the mornings I'm alone in the house. I like the bustle of filling school lunch bags and hustling tousled tweens out of bed. Without those distractions it's just me and life's big questions rattling around in my head. The smallest perceived slight will... Continue Reading →
I worked from home yesterday. If I ever make a habit of it, my routine will need a few adjustments. I kicked off at 7am in my leopard-print flannelette jammies and matching fuzzy bathrobe, dashing off my first story of the day about the insane prices people are prepared to pay for limited edition Bonds... Continue Reading →
HouseGoesHome is getting harder and harder to publish by 7am ... because I'm finding it harder and harder to get up early. When I shared a bed with my husband, I'd slide out from under the sheets around 5am and slink to the the computer. Nowadays, even if I wake around 6am, I snuggle under... Continue Reading →
Last week had its demoralizing moments. I won't bore you with all the details ... unless you feel inclined to buy me a wine while I whine ... Not feeling "good enough" has been a rather unhelpful soundtrack during most of my life. Sensible me knows it's not true. Loopy me ... not so much. Ironically, it's... Continue Reading →
The eldest has announced that she loves writing poetry. Her teacher asked the class to write a poem based on their favourite colour. She chose black - my adorable little emo in the making - which isn't technically a colour, but anyways, and she proceeded to recite a few lines that included cheery stuff about... Continue Reading →
I'm haunted by the triceratops sex position. And NOT because I've been a participant ... or because it's ... icky. Despite having written numerous heartfelt blogs about my marriage break-up and my jailed friend Kathy, my down 'n' dirty dino sex post continues to deliver the biggest traffic on HouseGoesHome. Numbers on the blog went mental again... Continue Reading →
Author Honoree Corder reckons the majority of divorced people she meets think it's the best thing that's ever happened to them. Not the "miserable process" itself, but the second chance it gave them at life. Thinking about my marriage break-up in those terms makes me feel like the razor clam that started squirming when I... Continue Reading →
"Pisces are dreamers and have a tendency to live in a fantasy world ... " that's how Horoscopes & Astrology describes my zodiac sign. "They are best at being creative and tend to follow a career in art, music and culture. They are excellent writers." Sounds about right, especially if you were a fly on the wall... Continue Reading →
I've become obsessed by a column in The Guardian: "Mid-life ex-wife." It's about a woman called Stella who's 50 and back on the dating scene. It's also quite confronting, close to the bone, a bit depressing ... and irresistible reading. Stella hasn't had much luck in the past six months. She paints a very bleak picture... Continue Reading →
