the end was just the beginning
My youngest daughter is competing in the National Skipping Championships at Homebush this weekend, just moments from where from my old school friend Kathleen Folbigg is incarcerated at Mulawa Detention Centre. So I decided it was a great opportunity to pay Kathy a visit, especially after fellow friends had told me she was feeling a... Continue Reading →
I'm embarrassed to confess I was a little hazy on the "greatest" things Muhammad Ali did ... but my heart still hurt to hear he'd died. "After a 32-year battle with Parkinson's disease, Muhammad Ali has passed away at the age of 74. The three-time World Heavyweight Champion boxer died this evening," Bob Gunnell, a... Continue Reading →
I hate talking on the phone. Hate, hate, HATE IT. Always have, always will. I feel physically ill at the mere thought of dialling a number and having to speak to a human - or even a robot - at the other end. It's my idea of heaven when I can make an appointment or... Continue Reading →
It's the end of an era. I'm leaving journalism. Hasta la vista, baby. I've been a journalist since I was 17, starting out as a cadet at The Newcastle Herald. Three years later, I made the transition to magazines: Studio, Design Series, Cosmopolitan, CLEO, Harper's Bazaar, Woman's Day, NW, Everyday Food ... After that came... Continue Reading →
I thought middle-aged dating was supposed to be a sedate affair, but DD had me up until all hours last night. I'm totally knackered this morning. I know what you're thinking ... yesterday she talked about sex in a ladies loo, today she goes on about being kept up all night ... She's leading us... Continue Reading →
You know that tanty I had about talking to strangers at the Lone Star Steakhouse over the weekend? Well DD was very amused when, not long after I declared the situation "pus" (he's also very amused by my Newie vernacular, did you call crappy things "pus" when you were a teenager?) I disappeared into the... Continue Reading →
... And occasionally traumatic ... but mainly bloody wonderful ... There were moments during my blogging break that were a bit PUS, but all-in-all it was awesome, bulk fun, all that jazz ... or should that be blues? DD and I flew off to Surfers Paradise for a few days. Not my ideal choice for... Continue Reading →
While I've been away, America has been taking some time out for the Memorial Day long weekend. Memorial Day in the United States is a bit like Anzac Day in Australia. It's a time for remembering and honouring military personnel who died in the service of their country, particularly those who died in battle or... Continue Reading →
I've been feeling a little writer's blocky lately. The words haven't been bubbling up as freely as usual. So I've decided to give myself - and you - a few days off from my babbling. I'll probably be back on Tuesday. Have an awesome weekend. Thanks for sticking by me during my ups and downs.... Continue Reading →
People bag out Buzzfeed.com, but I reckon it's pretty funny. I cacked myself at its The 100 Rudest Effing Things Australians Say post yesterday. I remember studying Australian slang in 3-unit English for the HSC - the pinnacle of my academic achievement - and being blitzed by the colourful vernacular. I mean, what other country... Continue Reading →
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