Miss Australia,indecent proposals and chocolate eclairs for tradies - my mum taught me more about parenting,and life,than any book.
My scheduling and Be Your Best strategy seemed to have paid off,before suddenly I realised it hadn’t.
A video of the New Year’s Eve countdown at the Arc de Triomphe in Paris shows a sea of phones. When midnight hits,no one hugs or kisses.
I went into the hospital knowing nothing about our healthcare system. Those three weeks taught me life lessons that will never leave me.
As a Melburnian,your coffee order signals a certain sense of taste. So what happens when you decide you’re not a flat white person anymore?
Whether they’re getting high distinctions or failing it doesn’t make a difference. They’re all wasting their time,money,arrogance,self-belief and unlined skin.
“This floor is the one with all the f---ing murderers,” one creator says,laughing.
As much as we pretend it’s purely for health and wellbeing purposes,running in the modern age has become a performance in and of itself.
Moving overseas highlighted that our national psyche is to see houses not as places merely to live,but an asset class that,for many,is a way to grow wealth.
I’m not sure if having the answers would have saved my nasturtiums,but not knowing didn’t help me either. Somehow,my fantasy didn’t bring peace or protection.
Having a baby is the rare thing you can’t back out of. Tatts,vasectomies,vows,all reversible. Babies,not so much. What if you do it and realise it’s not for you?