A couple of months ago I announced to my family that “this Easter we aren’t going anywhere – I can’t even.” With three kids in tow and varying sleep schedules it just seems a bit too hard. And you know what, we make a bloody big effort to visit people over the holiday seasons and I had kind of had enough of dragging the kids around and then having to deal with the behavioural aftermath of tired kids and “bored” kids in the car and the repitive “why does it take so long to drive to so-and-so’s house”. Gah! Continue reading
When I was 9 years old, I can’t remember how it happened, but somehow I ended up on my school’s hockey team. I went to a small primary school in Far North Queensland. So small that the teams were always mixed gender and from kids of varying abilities across similar grades. Continue reading
The original intent was that these letters were to be to women. Dan is an exception to this rule.
I won’t be so insensitive to say that I hope this letter finds you well because we both know that you aren’t. And that is why I wanted to write to you. Continue reading
I had a bit of yucky week. My back had been niggling for some time and then on Tuesday I woke up and my back yelled at me really loudly and said, “FOR HEAVENS SAKE WOMAN – YOU NEED TO STOP – PLEASE HELP ME!!!” Continue reading
Over the last five days I have made three (3!) cakes – sounds glorious doesn’t it?
It all started on Saturday morning. I whipped up my go-to celebration cake while Shane took the two big girls to swimming lessons and the baby was asleep. It was my Grandma’s 87th birthday – her first birthday since my Pop passed – and we were heading to her place for lunch on Sunday. Mum was taking lunch and I put my hand up to make the cake, because it really is the best cake. Continue reading
This letter marks the first in a series that I am going to write to people that have been pivotal influences on me. It’s my opportunity to thank them and recognise openly how they have helped me. Continue reading
It’s International Womens Day today. The 8th of March. I’m thinking back to how last years IWD feels like yesterday and I was hauling my heavily pregnant bottom in heels into an early morning breakfast. It was all very corporate and fancy with a panel of speakers and Tracey Spicer was the MC. Very pleasing indeed. Continue reading
I’ve been pondering the phenomenon of ‘lifestyle labels’ for a while now. These labels have caused me moments of deep anguish and anxiety and self doubt over the years as I’ve been on my own personal health journey. Continue reading
When I was growing up my parents had a very strict budget. They had been beaten rather brutally – as many were in the 80s – by 18% interest rates, the recession and then basically loosing a home that was their dream. The market where we lived in Far North Qld slumped and there were no buyers for the beautiful home they had built when it came time to sell. It was sold eventually, but they walked away with the shirts on their backs and their health. Continue reading