Yesterday was gorgeous. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, my sister's spa was warm and bubbly, her husband's grilled Balmain bugs were delicious, and so was the Peterson's House pink champers we sipped with them. It was a lovely way to celebrate my sibling's birthday. The curse of having such an awesome entertaining... Continue Reading →

I just spent the night with my ex ... Not like THAT. We watched the youngest's end-of-year gymnastics performance together. I bought him a chardy before the show. He bought me one at interval. We chitter chatted between acts. Despite the bad stuff that happened between us, we still give good chitter chatter. Possibly me... Continue Reading →

The eldest's favourite movie is a zombie flick called Warm Bodies. She was devastated when she thought we'd lost it in the house move. Her eyes went wide with delight when I rediscovered it last night, while flicking through our extensive DVD collection for something we could corpse in front of the tellie and watch... Continue Reading →

No, I didn't just feel Freddie kick ... I woke yesterday to the news that Sandra Bullock had adopted a daughter ... And my blood ran cold. I was swept back five years in time, when Sandra announced she'd adopted her son Louis. I was the editorial director of Woman's Day, the editor was on... Continue Reading →

Twelve years ago I could never have imagined the 4.3kg wailing baby I was holding in my arms would one day become a quirky giantess on her way to high school. She was what they describe as “above the 97th percentile” in the “Blue Book” and she's stayed that way. Lots of other things about... Continue Reading →

  A year ago this week, I got the deeds to my seventh property, the first one with just my name on the title. It was a bittersweet day. I was excited to have something that was all my own, to decorate however I pleased, renovate how I choose. But it was also a stark... Continue Reading →

"You do look a bit pregnant," the eldest ventured last night. "Yes," I replied/sighed. "My doctor suggested I call it Freddy the Fibroid." I think it's a measure of how much I've desensitised the eldest that she laughed rather than recoiled in horror. Normally such a statement would be greeted with screeches of "Mum! No!... Continue Reading →

As I sat sponging my nine-year-old's back with an oatmeal-soaked cloth at 11.30pm last night, I felt pretty tired and alone. The poor petal had an allergic reaction to something and was covered in an awful, itchy rash. I tried everything to soothe her: antihistamines, cortisone cream, paw paw ointment, an oatmeal bath ... She... Continue Reading →

I didn't have the mongrel fur babies on Friday night, I paid Marlene the local retiree dog-sitter to have them because I was off to trip the light fantastic at The Entrance Leagues Club. Many moons ago I'd booked tickets to see Pete Murray - my post-separation muso of choice. He barely registered on my... Continue Reading →