There's something about DD that makes me want to say "yes". I used to be such a "no" girl. I took a set against potential fun for some weird reason. I took the role of cataloguing the adventures of my children and their father, recording moments for posterity rather than diving into them myself. I... Continue Reading →

Our senior administration officer totally cracks me up. She has a quirky sense of humour that ensures a day at work is never mundane. Her hosting of the Kris Kringle totally made our office Christmas party. Not to mention her contribution of a collapsible camping kettle being the gift of the day. When Alison joined... Continue Reading →

Faaaaaaar out it was hot at my place yesterday. I was working from home and the perspiration was puddling on my top lip. I yearned to be in the air-conditioned comfort of my workplace, with the cafe serving the best strong flat white with half a sugar in the world across the road. It's weird... Continue Reading →

It would appear Blackish finally has French sub-titles, as "position du triceratops" is trending in the "search" section of my blog, along with "la position du tricerateupe." It sounds much more glamorous in French, don't you think? Not that there's anything glamorous about it. The only triceratops position I'd be interested in trying is a... Continue Reading →

Yesterday was top 'n' tailed by two lovely episodes. I needed that loveliness - the fractured family thing got me down on Saturday night. I swear, if there's some way to mutually compromise and resuscitate your marriage, give it a go. The alternative has so many wretched aspects. One of them left me feeling a little sad... Continue Reading →

Working while the kids are on school holidays is challenging. I'm lucky my boss is OK with me working from home a few days a week when needed. Yesterday was one of those days, which was brilliant aside from it ending with the youngest giving me a goodnight hug and saying: "But WHY do you... Continue Reading →

I spent the first 12 years of my life in a little red-brick house at 35 Ashbury Street, Adamstown Heights. It was one of those childhoods where all the kids rode their scooters up and down the footpath together and ran wild in the bush over the back fence and played marbles in each other's... Continue Reading →

New Year's resolutions aren't cool these days. Mia Freedman said so earlier this week. She noted on Facebook: "I'm ditching resolutions again and going with a word for 2017. My kids are choosing words too. It's such a good way to set intentions. Resolutions always feel like punishment. Words feel positive and optimistic...." Her word... Continue Reading →