the end was just the beginning
I've been belatedly catching up on the latest series of Rake and I find myself gazing at Cleaver Greene and thinking: I'd go there. I mean, hello? He's an alcoholic loser. What's THAT weird crush all about? The line that had me swooning during the latest episode was when a young chickie-babe came onto him in... Continue Reading →
The "pull back on the blog" brigade is growing ... I've been fielding concerned messages suggesting I may have regrets in the future for oversharing now ... So I will do my best to keep things light and breezy for a while. No more woe-is-me drama. Well, not much. Well, way less ... Erm, I'll... Continue Reading →
Sundays no longer rock my world either. My house is empty. My kids are gone. They're off having fun with their dad somewhere. Without me. I should use the time productively - clean the house, take up a hobby. But instead I drift around with a tight knot of sadness in my chest. I'm not... Continue Reading →
The funny thing about being separated is that there's no-one to share the little stuff with ... like the job you've just applied for, the kid who told you that bizarre anecdote about her enemy's mum being in jail for selling Ice, the zombie "stick family" stickers you spotted on a car, whether the new... Continue Reading →
Please don’t click on links that are publishing paparazzi pics of Milo. Here’s a personal pic instead. pic.twitter.com/wbJX7cchCd — Alyssa Milano (@Alyssa_Milano) February 17, 2014 There's a gathering storm in Hollywood and it's raining on the paparazzi's parade. I want to hide all their umbrellas ... are you with me? As the Seattle Post reports: Alyssa Milano... Continue Reading →
Have I ever told you the story about the boyfriend who sent me a bouquet with a card that said: "For a Piscean who doesn't like water ... some flowers to put in it"? It was an unexpectedly romantic gesture considering he'd recently discovered a jiffy bag filled with a rainbow assortment of condoms in... Continue Reading →
Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart Weep Little Lion Man, You're not as brave as you were at the start Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all the courage you have left Wasted on fixing all the problems That you made in your own head You know how... Continue Reading →
Yesterday was hard. I dropped the kids off to Husband for their first overnight stay. Driving them there, I wept silently behind my sunnies. My heart was heavy as I carried their pillows and toothbrushes and clothes and school bags up the stairs to their new second home. I stared at those naked walls and... Continue Reading →
It's been a looooooong, difficult week and I figure there's a fair few more of those to come. But lots of positive things are already beginning to happen. My social life has become quite the whirl. There have been so many great conversation with wonderful women and men who care. The support they've offered has... Continue Reading →
Husband sent me a message earlier this afternoon, saying there was terrible news on smh.com.au regarding Charlotte Dawson. I was blithely eating fish and chips with the kids and my parents at Ryde Acquatic Centre. As I read the words, my heart sank and horror seeped into my bones. "Oh my god, I think Charlotte... Continue Reading →
