Five years ago, I met the real Santa. He was at Santaland, in the Macy’s department store in New York. It had to be him – he had a real beard and everything. At the very least, it was an extremely close relative, like a brother or a nephew or a fifth cousin once removed. The eldest was... Continue Reading →
My week: the cruelty and kindness of Facebook
Let's start with the kindness. People have been so nice to me on Facebook after I posted a blog on my page called "Is House Really Going Home?" To be honest, I hadn't really thought much about the impact of my words when I typed them. These days there isn't much time for reflection. I'm... Continue Reading →
Is House really going home?
Oddly enough, on this day last year I was pondering my future. And today I am too. Last year I found myself unexpectedly unemployed. This year I'm on the brink of unemployment by design. In less than a month I'll be a stay-at-home mum. It's exciting and scary in equal parts. Here's what I had... Continue Reading →
I’m maxed out
In Maxed Out: American Moms on the Brink - Katrina Alcorn talks about mothers' increasingly limited options when it comes to a work-life balance because of inadequate maternity leave, skyrocketing childcare costs and a culture that hasn't adjusted to households having two working parents. She tells her personal journey about having a nervous breakdown as she tried to cope... Continue Reading →
HouseGoesHollywood: a weekend of celebrity revelations
It's been a weekend of revealing moments for celebrities. From Susan Boyle's surprise confession to Madonna's awesome family photo bomb. Susan Boyle's Asperger's confession Susan Boyle, the church volunteer who became a global sensation when she sang "I Dreamed a Dream" on Britain's Got Talent in 2009, has revealed she has Asperger's syndrome. She told... Continue Reading →
My week: running from the lynch mob
What would you do if a comment came up in your Facebook newsfeed saying: "Just realised I named my daughter Mia xxxxxx. Is 2 too old to change a name?” (The "xxxxxx" is because I'm living in fear of a posse of suburban mums ... but it's something to do with streetwalker.) If you're not a... Continue Reading →
Sisterly love
“Sister. She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your... Continue Reading →
My counsellor’s name is Neville
Neville. It shouldn't bother me, but it does. I know, I know, there's nothing wrong with being called Neville. NSW had a perfectly respectable premier called Neville. And Neville Longbottom turned out to be quite the hero in Harry Potter. The reason I'm seeing Neville because I'm crap at peeling onions. OK ... I'm sounding... Continue Reading →
11 reasons why sloths are cool
Sloths are having a bit of a moment right now. And this is why ... 1. Kristen Bell loves them So they must be good, because she's awesome. Last year she revealed that she's been obsessed with them for years, so her now-husband Dax Shepherd arranged for her to meet one for her 31st birthday... Continue Reading →
What it’s like inside my head
Oh how I yearn for some peace from my own thoughts ... I keep kidding myself that I'll be all zen and relaxed when I stop working ... but then I read this - a blog I wrote two years ago while unemployed which documented just a fraction of the madness, called Brain Jam. Here's... Continue Reading →