Forget being worthy, it's all about sex (and party bags ... and cubby houses). I had a sneaking suspicion things were going in that direction when I scored my most-ever blog views in a day - just last week - for a post I wrote called A Funny Thing Happened When I Talked About Sex. When... Continue Reading →
My week: A bedazzled potty, bogan blow-ups and putting my foot in it (yet again)
I started the week on my soapbox, all agitated because a woman called Renee wrote a letter to Fairfax condemning pleas for more after-school care: “Funny that it is the north shore than has the biggest problems. I expect that is because both parents are working to afford the huge mortgage, or because they both... Continue Reading →