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Self-esteem

The “Perfect” Spray Tan

“Here ya go, just undress and put this on”, she nonchalantly said as she handed me a minuscule ziploc bag which contained what looked suspiciously like a tissue. “Um, by undress, do you mean all my clothes?”, I stammered, nervously… Continue Reading →

What it Means to be Mummy

The first word I hear most days is “Mum”, followed by a tender “I love you” or “good morning” or “Do people eat breakfast in Heaven and who lays the eggs for their breakfast because everyone knows there are no… Continue Reading →

Mornings With Kids Are No Fairy Tale.

This morning, I woke up half an hour early, organised breakfasts, made school lunches and folded laundry. Feeling unusually ahead of my game and positive about the day ahead, I went to wake the kids. Mary Poppins-like, I woke the… Continue Reading →

10 Ways to Empower Our Kids Against Predators

The past week, for us Australians, has been traumatic. We’ve been glued to our TVs as we’ve watched the final days of the Brett Peter Cowan trial. We’ve cried for the Morcombe family as they’ve had to face the monster… Continue Reading →

37 Lessons From the Internet

The internet is an incredible resource for learning. Also for watching wedding flash mobs and cats falling over. These 37 lessons are what I learned from the internet this week. If you liked this, I’d really love to hear your comments,… Continue Reading →

Insensitive Things That People Say When You Have an Invisible Condition

       

The Masturbation Conversation

       

Exciting News: Mama’s Getting Published.

What I Said When My Son Asked Me To Explain The Meaning Of Life.

        Today’s post is the second in my weekly column at BonBon Break Magazine called, “What I’ve Learned…” After a Boys Only shopping trip, Little Man and Darren arrived home, clearly up to something. Little Man disappeared into the study… Continue Reading →

A letter to YOU.

Hey, you! (Yes, YOU.) I see you, you know. I see you in those moments when you think nobody’s looking, those moments when you’re not sucking in your tummy, when you’re yelling at your kids, when you’re serving McDonalds for… Continue Reading →

Big announcement!

Let me start by telling you a little about my childhood. My mother was, amongst other things, a writer. I would spend hours poring over her scrapbook with clippings of all the pieces she’d written for various magazines, voraciously lapping up… Continue Reading →

A Thank You Letter to my daughter’s Kindergarten Teacher.

To my daughter’s Kindy teacher,   How do I begin to thank you for what you’ve done for Baby G this year?    You welcomed my little girl into your classroom in the beginning of the year with your arms… Continue Reading →

The Ugly Beautifuls

The Ugly Beautifuls On a recent family trip away to breathtakingly beautiful Kalbarri, a small coastal town on the West Australian coast, we spent a lot of time walking the seemingly endless length of the untouched beaches and collecting shells…. Continue Reading →

Damn you, Barbie!

This morning, as I battled to tame her deliciously curly brown hair for school, Baby G very sadly uttered, “Mama, I wish I had long, straight yellow hair and blue eyes.”  That one sentence halted my world, Matrix like. In… Continue Reading →

Learning to tame stoned ducks.

As an adult ADHD sufferer with severe organizational and time management issues (and by severe, I mean crippling, suffocating, chaos-causing issues), I have found myself becoming increasingly overwhelmed by the volume of housework, kids’ school organizing and personal to-dos in… Continue Reading →

Myth of the perfect mother.

This morning, the most beautiful picture found its way on to my Facebook newsfeed. It made me smile. It grounded me. It made me proud to be privileged enough to be called “Mum”. Here it is: I was all loved… Continue Reading →

The ugliest doll in the shop.

  (How a doll from 1984 taught me a lesson last week.) I walked along the aisle, staring intently at box after box. Peeking at me through each cellophane window was a hopeful face that quietly implored, “Me! Me! Choose… Continue Reading →

Enough Mylie!

If you were an alien visiting the Earth and found yourself in a Western country this past week, you’d have learnt the following things about the People Of Earth: ONE: Miley Cyrus is Very Important and has magic powers. With a… Continue Reading →

A letter to my inner party-pooper.

Hello there, you miserable naysayer, I’ve been home for almost two weeks and I’ve been wondering where you are. You’ve been very quiet (not like your usual ankle-kicking, dream-squishing self) and, for that, I’m grateful. I do realise that you’re… Continue Reading →

Imaginary friends, kangaroo scrotums and personal growth.

I have a confession: I have a slew of imaginary friends. We may never have met in the flesh (you see, they live in my iPad) but if there’s anything I’ve learned this past year, it’s this: kindness and compassion… Continue Reading →

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