You don’t think about your legs, other than fleeting thoughts like, should I shave them? Do they look ok in these shorts? No, legs often don’t get a look in. They carry you here and there, mostly uncomplaining, until the day they stop working. Before my legs gave up the ghost, I didn’t give them… Read More 5 Things You Wont Miss, Till You Lose Them
I went to a feminist meeting once, it didn’t end well. I watched a young woman verbally stomp all over another woman who innocently used the terms ‘Mum and Dad’. The poor lady got roasted alive over her choice of words. Then, when she had been slapped well and truly back into her ‘second wave’… Read More Confessions of a Failed Feminist
It’s a pretty normal Sunday morning, there is about to be an altercation. lets call it ‘Muffingate’. My son has returned from his junior football game jubilant because he has ‘won’ a muffin. I use the word ‘won’ loosely. We all know he did little more than run in the right direction to get this… Read More Define ‘Normal’
My son hitting it for you baby- One more time. I saw an anti same sex marriage ad yesterday. In it a Melbourne mother whimpered she was ‘concerned’ that her son’s school had told him that he ‘could wear a dress next year if he wanted to’. The ad basically inferred that this was the… Read More When is it NOT OK for a boy to wear a dress? A Handy Guide.
Are you For Sale? A few years ago at my kids school, we had a lady who was very deeply into the new age movement. She ran workshops and retreats in meditation, yoga and female empowerment. She set herself up as a bit of a guru. It helped she was gorgeous, financially successful, slim, charismatic,… Read More How Much are You Worth?
Once upon a time Oh a long time ago, when I was spending all my money on black and white board books and Baby Einstein DVDs. I could have told you with some authority what my child’s life would look like. There would be books and art, sandcastles and nature walks, play dates with friends,… Read More All Aboard the Diagnosis Train
This is my dog “Happy Jack.” I didn’t name him. Look at that face for a moment. You can see the irony of his name written all over his sad chops. When calling my dog, my son -also called Jack- (and co incidentally also very happy) would often come running too, so one of them… Read More Happy dog is Not Happy
Where the hell is it now? The best day of your life. That whole twenty four hours of unrestrained bliss. I could name a few events that might be up there for me, my children’s births, my wedding, a journey home, a reunion with people I love. These would be the perfectly framed pictures on… Read More Where did you leave yourself again?