At some point, clearly when I wasn’t paying attention, Cinderella moved into our house. Moved in and sort of took over.  But what’s worse is that like a…

As most of you know, I’m from Brisbane. What does that mean? It means that for pretty much my entire life I’ve spent Christmas Day in somebody’s swimming…

Despite the fact that it was twenty-two years ago (good grief, I’m just going to pour myself a stiff drink and contemplate that for a moment) and my…

I learnt a major life lesson this past month. And it involved steak, mashed potato and a mariachi band. Sort of. In a way. Stay with me. I’ve…

It was easier when I was younger.  Forget shops. Back then when I longed to get my hands on a fabulous frock all I had to do was…

I haven’t seen a movie this year. Okay, that’s not entirely true.  Yesterday I curled up on the couch and watched that cinematic sartorial masterpiece Pretty in Pink…

This week I had one of those awkward realisations. You know the ones. Those moments when you clearly see something about yourself that is rather shocking. Uncomfortable. Lame. …

I debated writing this column today. Mostly because in some ways it defeats the reason  – or one of the reasons – why Brad, Ava and I moved…

I suck at small talk. I do. In fact faced with a choice on a Friday night between giving a speech to 1000 people or going to your…

I had an odd experience last week.  It was my birthday and to celebrate I went to do one of those “Egg Timer Fertility Tests” to get the…