the end was just the beginning
Earlier this week I bemoaned the rise of Tinder and the death of romance. It prompted a friend and Facebook follower to note: "I want romance but wonder like Jennifer Garner said if anyone does that anymore. Where are the gentlemen?" She's talking about Jen's Vanity Fair interview, where she was asked if she could see... Continue Reading →
I was the exact opposite of a rebel as a teenager. No detention. Never grounded. Always the good girl. I get a bit cross sometimes that I never got the chance to be BAD. Well, sort of, not really. I'm highly intolerant of people who do THE WRONG THING. Even little stuff like NOT KEEPING... Continue Reading →
I found myself irresistibly drawn to media coverage of that Tinder court case yesterday. You know the trial I mean: the bloke, Zane Alchin, who wrote a string of vile messages on Facebook about a woman's Tinder photograph and description of herself. He's facing up to three years in jail, which will set a welcome precedent... Continue Reading →
There isn't really a wrong side of the bed for me. I love every square centimetre of it. I quite adore having it to myself every night. I don't feel sad about there not being a husband on my right. I can toss and turn and cough and get up to wee as much as... Continue Reading →
For some bizarre reason Australia celebrates Father's Day in September, but the UK and US do the deed on June 19. So my Instagram has been filled with lovely celebrity messages. And, of course, I must share them with you ...
I droppped my 12-year-old daughter to the mall for the first time yesterday to hang out with her friends. And so it begins. It felt a bit strange heading home without her - the three of us normally spend our Saturdays together. A few hours later, her sister and I headed to Westfield for lunch.... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I mentioned how hopeless I was at concealing my unhappiness in the dying years of my marriage. It reminded me of a blog post I wrote about being 44, called "Who are you in your 40s?". It noted: This should be a blog post about how fabulous it is to be 40+. But it’s... Continue Reading →
I'm not very good at pretending everything is wonderful when it's not. It's why I look so awful in every photograph taken of me during the last few years of my marriage. I know a few people who are going through difficult times, but you've never know it from their Facebook feeds. They post smiley,... Continue Reading →
I really need a mental health day ... but life just doesn't allow for that right now. Today is shaping up as another crazy one. I have to finish my first communications plan by 3pm. I'm supposed to be at a lunch with my fellow X-trainers. I'm picking the eldest up from band at 3.30pm.... Continue Reading →
Sometimes being a single mum really, really gets to me. Like yesterday, which was a crazy, exhausting, infuriating whirl. It kicked off with a text message about the youngest needing her band uniform for school photos. I hustled around the house getting ready and dropped it over to my ex's place on the way to... Continue Reading →
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