Staging a #Fexit

I’ve staged a #Fexit. That’s a Facebook exit.  Unlike the #Brexit I did not consult a whole country. I did however let my ‘friends’ know I was outta there, lest I miss something vital, like a baby, engagement, or self-tan gone hilariously wrong.  I asked them to pick up the good old dog and bone.Continue reading “Staging a #Fexit”

My crappy new look

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 stickContinue reading “My crappy new look”

Formerly Fabulous??

I once actually had a fabulous life, you know. Not just a trying to be Fabulous Authoress life. Mercedes Benz Australian Fashion Week (MBAFW) reminded me this week. Yes, I used to be that Fashion Editor in the front row at Australian Fashion Week.  I had a Chanel handbag and a MaxMara coat.  My makeupContinue reading “Formerly Fabulous??”

The voice without words

Today, I got that feeling along the spiky edge of my gut instinct.  As I exited the parent toilets at our little old local-yocal shopping centre, a 30ish year old man walked in. Alone.  My two year old and I nearly bumped into him with our trolley on the way out, so I apologised.  He said, “It’sContinue reading “The voice without words”

There was an old man, an old lady and a clever young thing…

The old man is Greece.  The old lady is Romania.  And the clever young thing is the EU. Why these three? In a timely coincidence, I have just edited a piece in my book, set in 2005, which talks about life in Romania as the country prepares to enter the EU.  Right when Greece mightContinue reading “There was an old man, an old lady and a clever young thing…”

A grand old tale in a teacup

“Mum! Maradona’s on the floor!” It takes me a minute.  Then I see the pile of brilliant blue Siamese fighting fish slopped on the boards, covered in the rewards of my lack of vacuuming. My shocked son’s face is standing above it. “Oh dear. Pick him up, then darling.  I wonder how -” A squealContinue reading “A grand old tale in a teacup”

Main character: Glorious in leopardprint

I found myself buying all sorts of patterned clothes with the gift vouchers I received for my 41st birthday the other day. And I thought, Is a shell suit coming next? “Stand back and look at your characters.” This advice, received in a writing course in the lead up to this birthday, rang in myContinue reading “Main character: Glorious in leopardprint”

Kicking goals

In this big wide world, there was once a little boy who was crippled with shyness all the early years of his life. While his friends were climbing trees and playing on swings, this little boy would cry behind my legs, with an intense fear of being social. In later years, it would be suggestedContinue reading “Kicking goals”

I Stand For Mercy

I stand for mercy.  We knew what that meant up til the early hours of this morning:  Forgive them.  Is that the most heartbreaking thing about this, today?  That forgiveness is not something humankind does?  That we do not look beyond the crime, to see the redemption?  Or is it the sense of injustice?  ThatContinue reading “I Stand For Mercy”

Finding Inspiration

I’m sitting here looking at a white piece of paper on the computer screen, thinking about how I can blog about getting inspired. I Google it.  Apparently, finding inspiration is all about appreciating life mindfully, experiencing nature and great people, and looking at life through the wonder of a child’s eyes.  One of the thingsContinue reading “Finding Inspiration”