You know you're out of touch when you have to Google the Honey Badger. He was the special guest star at the launch of Iron Jack Full Strength Lager on Tuesday night at a fancy restaurant in Rosebery called The Blue Duck. I was more excited by the location - a friend gave me the... Continue Reading →

Have you heard the phrase “conscious uncoupling”? Do you know what it means, other than avoiding a toxic divorce? I thought I understood the concept ... until I read a story about it yesterday on Goop – a website run by the most famous face of conscious uncoupling, Gwyneth Paltrow. The article by Dr Habib... Continue Reading →

It's official: I've become the local crazy old lady. I booked a teenager to babysit my dogs for two hours on Sunday night. OK, she didn't really need to spend two hours looking after the little bundles of furry nuisance. I just wanted someone to let them out for a wee at 9pm, but I... Continue Reading →

I went Clubbercising on Friday night! Have you heard of it? It's an exercise class with dance music and flashing disco lights and glow sticks. I was terrible at it, but it was still fun. I got very excited at the start when they directed us to a table in the corner to have "shots".... Continue Reading →

I'm the strangest mix of confident and insecure. I'm not sure how someone manages to be both at the same time. But I do. There's a little voice inside me that takes constant pot shots at my self esteem, telling me I'm a failure. Tanya Hennessy posted a video about her inner voice recently: But... Continue Reading →

The eldest asked to see a doctor yesterday. Since the eldest has a terrifyingly high pain threshold I decided that was a sign the hijinks knuckle was probably broken. I headed to work at the crack of dawn, well 7.45am, so I could meet the eldest at a medical centre with an x-ray service after... Continue Reading →

I was an "easy-o-sy" baby according to my grandmother. And I've generally aged into an "easy-o-sy" 50-year-old. But there are some single mum mornings that push me that little bit too far. Yesterday was one of them I woke up at 5am and was too stressy to get back to sleep. To keep the house... Continue Reading →

The youngest had THE most awesome time at the 2018 Australian Rope Skipping Championships, but she was feral with exhaustion when she finally got home last night. Grouchy as! So I couldn't get much out of her, other than that her elbow and her knee and virtually everything in between was really hurting. I think... Continue Reading →

I started excitedly typing these words last week: "I was thinking it was just me ... but it turns out I'm not the only 50 year old on a high." I'd just read an article by Jonathan Rauch, a senior fellow at the Brookings Institution, who has written a book called The Happiness Curve: Why... Continue Reading →

The youngest is heading to the 2018 Australian Rope Skipping Championships today ... without me. My ex and I decided to divide and conquer. He gets Canberra for Nationals, I get Shanghai for Worlds. My end of the deal sounds glam, but I'm thinking I'd rather have Canberra. It's only four days and two and... Continue Reading →