I want you to do something. I want you to look at a photo. And I want you to tell me what you see. I’ll give you a…

Looks can be deceiving. Take First Lady of the United States Michelle Obama. At first glance, it would appear that the First Lady of Awesome and I have…

I’m one of those people who always feels like a new year is a fresh start. A clean slate with no mistakes on it (okay, suddenly I’ve turned…

I’ve known Louise since I was five-years-old. We sat side by side in Mrs Robinson’s grade one class and became instant bosom buddies in that Anne of Green…

At some point when I wasn’t looking, I became a shit friend. The type of friend people start whinging about a lot when they’re at dinner and they’ve…

  If I did a stocktake of the posts I’ve written for Mamamia over the past three years, I suspect there would be a dominant theme to them: …

One itty bitty word. Just four letters long. But dammit, I’m going to force myself to stop using it. So what’s the word? Wine. Just joking.  (Have we…

I’ll cut to the chase. Last week I behaved like an arsehat. I was out at a book store event with my splendid, 40-something friend Zoe when I…

My timing could be better. We’re just weeks away from Mother’s Day and here I am writing a post that essentially criticises my mum. Let me tell you,…

They change us.  Befriend us. Show us how to be fierce. Brave. Loyal.  Or conversely  show us the consequences of decisions we’ll never make ourselves. We may be…