There are all sort of parents in this world, and you see them at the school camp drop off. Those who are whooping their way out of that bag drop, punching the air and screaming “Look out silence, HERE I COME!” They wave enthusiastically at a tinted window their child could be behind (but who… Continue reading Camp cramps
There is a woman walking around in this world, and specifically on our great barbequed continent, who has earned herself an Order of Australia Medal for making people feel happy. In this day and age of the overwhelming sadness which is a suicide epidemic, of people with their faces stuck to the unreal, animated… Continue reading Fairy Sparkle
When I was young, I would curse my hips because they wouldn’t make my legs and feet turn out like my amazingly beautiful ballet teacher. If they would only do their job then I would look just like her – despite the fact I had brown short hair, was a plumpa-lumpa and nothing like her… Continue reading Hip hip hooray #healthyhipsweek
Breaking News: Reports of a possible missing person. A stay-at-home mother from Sydney’s Insular Peninsula appears to have disappeared. The missing mother is known as a woman who quietly and boringly got on with her life as a housewife and children’s Uber driver. She was not known as social, being as she was mostly stuck… Continue reading Missing Mother
My late rising New Year’s resolution is kindness. Be kind, show kindness, kind, kind, kind. It’s everywhere – the new catch phrase to counteract narcissism generated in our age of the selfie. Me me me it’s all about me, verses Be kind to one another. I should have been an anthropologist or psychologist instead of… Continue reading Practising Kindness. Kind of.
The day began with the usual unsatisfying vomit; a dribble of bile in the cup of my hand and some in the loo. Not even Christmas Day, with all its miracles, could offer up a reprieve. I wandered out of our guest bedroom to see a quartet of teenage cousins slothing out of theirs. Four… Continue reading A Wise Man and a Bright Star
Not to be out done by our country’s not-so-Prime Minister, I find myself this week sitting constantly in a Hung Household. Also known as school holidays. As the Speaker of the House it is my principal duty to preside over the House and maintain order in the House, uphold the rules of procedure, rule… Continue reading Hung Household