This is going to sound TERRIBLE, but I'm worried I've become dull lately. I was way more entertaining when I was ranting about the latest farking thing Husband had done or my crazy single exploits. Now I just waft around smiling and telling people how happy I am. Yawn. I know it sounds a little... Continue Reading →

When she was a little tyke, my sister was famous for her Indian war dances. She'd scream and stamp and fling herself around in furious circles. Being a three-year-old can be frustrating. Yesterday, I wanted to scream and stamp and fling myself around in furious circles. Being a 46-year-old can be frustrating. I'm blaming the... Continue Reading →

I can be a bit of a blokey chick. It leads to men say and do things around me that I sometimes find confronting. They forget I'm a delicate flower who's learned to talk tough. It's tricky, because it's great that they feel so relaxed around me and treat me like one of the boys,... Continue Reading →

Lots of Facebook posts about introverts have been popping up on my Facebook feed lately and giving me pause. I've been banging on about being an introvert for a gazillion years, but my doubts are steadily growing. I don't quite know WHAT I am any more. So it's time for a little introspection ... just... Continue Reading →

After Husband and I separated earlier this year, my eldest smashed my heart into a few more pieces when she sadly noted that "we won't be a family anymore." But magically, nine months later, we still are. Yesterday the four of us headed to Sydney's eastern suburbs for our annual ritual: a Sculpture By The... Continue Reading →

I love it when a plan comes together. I hate it when it doesn't. But I am trying to be a zen mama (these days), so I'm keeping my cool about the eldest's birthday party plans hitting a major stumbling block. The party was supposed to be at my sister's house. My sister has a... Continue Reading →

I cried as I wrote this post. God knows why. My psyche works in mysterious ways sometimes. Well, yesterday WAS a little intense. Maybe that's the answer. It started with a crushing parent-teacher meeting. The youngest is the most rat cunning eight-year-old I know, but she's struggling with her schoolwork. And it's kinda my fault.... Continue Reading →

Are you one of those blessed people who feel completely at ease during moments of public nudity? I'm soooo not. I've finally made my peace with my kitchen kit-off sessions, while availing myself of the delights of Mel's (Spray) Tans. But I still squirm around under a towel while struggling into my undies in public swimming pool... Continue Reading →