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
My husband walks in, a deadly sombre look covering his face.“The astronomer, he’s….well, he’s pretty serious. Eccentric, maybe. The telescopes are worth over a million dollars each!” He shakes his head. “The kids…. I don’t know….” Now he looks sad, disappointed. My heart folds for him. He’d booked this trip for us as a big… Continue reading An Ode to the Moon
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
“I’m devastated, 2020 was going to be his first year to be graded into a good team,” says soccer mum, India, carefully placing her newly lifted face in her hands so as not to create any wrinkles. “A hip replacement, can you believe it?” “Try not to worry India honey, he’s young, he’ll bounce… Continue reading Tales from a Soccer Sideline: 2020
The other week I pictured myself stepping back into the glamorous, highly strung world of fashion, as a fashion editor sitting in the front row at Australian Fashion Week. Result: Grey roots, a pink shell tracksuit and lack of understanding of the uses for handcuffs, did not serve me well. So I decided to stick… Continue reading My crappy new look