Have you ever forgotten for a moment that someone you love has passed away and reached for the phone to call them? It still happens to me with my grandmother, all these years later. Divorce can be a bit like that. Sometimes you forget, ever so briefly, that your relationship is dead. I took the... Continue Reading →

There were plenty of signs my marriage was ending long before it did, but I didn't see them. I was in denial. Four years ago, the travel editor of the Sun Herald - a friend of my ex-husband - commissioned me to write a story about an 18-day cruise to Hawaii. I was freelancing at... Continue Reading →

A post popped up on my Facebook page last week that made my eyes go REALLY wide. Here's what it said: "My husband and I both work full time jobs. Every morning (without fail) his alarm will go off at 5.50am and he will roll over and ask if his work clothes are ready (i.e.... Continue Reading →

One of the saddest things about a relationship ending is losing the shared memories. Well, not losing them, but having them fade. The memories stay alive when you laugh or cry or fondly reminisce together over them. I dated my first boyfriend for six years, then he was gone. How could someone I'd seen almost... Continue Reading →

There's been some pretty heavy stuff on the blog recently, so I'm lightening things up to give you a break from the big issues. And it doesn't get much lighter than how you feel when you are loved. Sure, I have my wobbles, I need to work the whole career thing out and my husband... Continue Reading →

My ex did some pretty shite things in the dying days of our marriage. But, as time passes, my awareness of the role I played in the demise of our relationship grows. It takes two to tango and - in most cases - two to end the dance. I neglected my marriage in its final... Continue Reading →

One of the amazing things that's come out of blogging so openly about my marriage break up is all the people - some strangers, some friends - who've reached out to me. I've corresponded with so many strong, beautiful souls who've suffered heartache or crushing disappointment or survived rocky stuff. Their experiences are usually way... Continue Reading →

They say a picture paints a thousand words. Pictures also paint a thousand lies. It was so tempting to write a post about my idyllic Sunday bike riding around Narrabeen Lakes, eating fish and chips by the water and wandering along the beach at dusk. Lucky me! But that would only tell half the story.... Continue Reading →

Is it two or three years since I separated from my ex? It's freaky that I can't remember. I think it must be three because I'm pretty sure this is the third time we've made our annual post-separation family pilgrimage to the Sydney Royal Easter Show. I'm not sure why I was dreading it more... Continue Reading →