There are lots of sucky, nasty, addictive and other generally unpleasant things about social media, but there are also times when its a winner. I love when it delivers an article into my Facebook newsfeed that contains an "aha" moment. I had one yesterday while reading an article in The Guardian called 'I miss what... Continue Reading →

I was soooo tired yesterday. It's a bit confronting to realise you can't do two nights of four hours sleep in one week - one in the emergency department, one for the Australian Drinks Awards - and stay functional like you once did. Damn the downsides of being in your 50s ... On the other hand,... Continue Reading →

I know unhappily married couples who’ve stayed together because they don't want to divvy up their assets and start over again financially later in life. While the love is gone, their coffers are full and they've made their peace with that. I understand the temptation to choose the easier life. Starting over financially is bloody... Continue Reading →

I helped throw a party last night. Well, it wasn't exactly a party, but there was lots of champagne and a band and everything. It was the 2019 Australian Drinks Awards and I was there as the communications manager. Unfortunately that meant I was working and had to leave early to get all the comms... Continue Reading →

I was bailed up by a school mum recently who was eager to tell me how well their darling daughter was doing in absolutely everything. I struggled to keep my eyes from rolling like a slot machine. I forced a smile and congratulated them on having such a talented child. But geez did I mutter... Continue Reading →

Here's a list of things I like doing at 1am on a Sunday morning: 1. Sleeping in my bed It's a very short list. But I wasn't sleeping in my bed at 1am on Sunday morning. I was sitting in the waiting room of a hospital emergency department. The eldest rocked backwards on a chair... Continue Reading →

I’ve been soooooo good on the low booze front over the past month, but I slammed a couple glasses of Peterson's Marsanne on Friday night. I was drowning my sorrows after visiting the exotic pet vet - Twitch the rat has been diagnosed with chronic respiratory disease. Sounds expensive, right? Right. But I must not... Continue Reading →

I've spent most of the past 15 years being tortured by mother guilt ... in addition to all the other types of guilt that course through my veins 24/7. I am the guilt queen. But I’m learning to put the mum version in perspective. I've decided my needs are allowed to come first sometimes. For... Continue Reading →