For better or worse, The Final Quarter documentary that covered the relentless booing of Adam Goodes in his last years as a professional football player, has created more conversations and social...
My dearest boys, While sitting upright here in my bed, I hear your voices in the other room, playing with your toys, acting out another one of your made up story lines of action heroes and robots...
It’s almost two years to the day since my last blog post. TWO YEARS! I am now 47. (Crap, that sounds old..) And yup – perimenopause looks like it’s just around the corner. Oh joy. The twini...
The cursor on my blank page has been blinking for an uncomfortable pause, waiting for me to just get on with it; to let you all know that this will be the last FYBF for an indefinite period. Unli...
Moaning to my running coach the other week, I couldn’t quite explain why all of a sudden running was just a laborious chore. My legs were fine. No sustaining injuries (touch wood). So how did I...
To break up the school holiday monotony and the boys’ attempts to punch each other’s lights out, we decided to go for a staycation in a city hotel. Mr Surfer found some great cheap deals. Ev...
Along with a team of clever, quick-witted and talented women, I’ve started working on a new project. A passion project, you could say. It’s been quietly baking for a little while now. Just ne...
With the piles of plastic dinosaurs and Lego strewn all over our little house, there’s no denying the higher percentage of trash over treasure. My wardrobe is overflowing with unworn clothes, s...
Having finished my creative writing course, I wish that at the beginning of it, I had given myself the same advice I gave my boy when he told me he didn’t want to go to the School Sports Carniv...
How nice is it to be a kid, right? No worries or responsibilities. There’s so much exploring and discovering to do in this world, unconditional love in a stable environment. School, lunch, dres...