Sometimes I look at my wedding photo and I don’t recognise the bride smiling back at me. And I suspect she wouldn’t recognise me either. She’s 34. I’m…

I had a hot and cold relationship with Charlotte Dawson.   Don’t get me wrong, we never met. But when she first came to my attention on Australia’s…

Out of all the worthy resolutions floating around in my head, there’s only one I really plan to stick to. In 2014 I’m going to stop lying on…

So this week I screwed up in a fairly big way. I wrote a rather controversial piece about a European fitness blogger (Caroline Berg Eriksen) who posted a…

  Australian politics has become all about mud slinging.       Yesterday a menu made my head explode. For those who missed it because you were perhaps…

I have a habit of comparing my four-year-old to foreign megalomaniac dictators. I have, in conversation and online, likened my daughter Ava to Stalin, Idi Amin and, yeah…

Photos are deceiving.   That photo of me (and my perm) was taken on my last day of high school in 1989.   And I look deliriously happy. I…

Monday nights are usually pretty blah for me. With the kids in bed, I’m often working.  Half-watching Q&A. Making myself cups of tea. Forgetting to drink them. Making…

In April 2003 I was a little bit smug. My first novel had been published to universally glowing reviews and I took great delight in telling anyone who…

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