Wisdom sometimes comes from the weirdest of places. This week my five year old shared her own tips on marriage from the back seat.
TRUNCHBULL
What if Trunchbull was a misunderstood middle-aged woman on the verge of menopause? What if we need to just cut her some slack? It’s hard to imagine anything more laborious than Miss Trunchbull treading water. Can you even imagine it? That great hulk of a wo-man pounding at the water with her feet in an … Continue reading TRUNCHBULL
Besties: the 3rd person in your marriage you didn’t know you needed.
The words of much wiser, braver women have been swimming in my head for days. I don’t know how to make them fit neatly into the spaces I’m trying to jam them, but I know, in my waters, that they fit somewhere. I have been beyond lucky to be surrounded by brave, wise women for … Continue reading Besties: the 3rd person in your marriage you didn’t know you needed.
Story Telling
There are moments that bring us undone. And they’re usually the ones you least expect. This morning mine was brushing her hair. She’s clutching a purple fluffy cat pillow I bought her to take to hospital when she had her tonsils out. It’s a mess of a thing. Beginning to mat and smelling vaguely of … Continue reading Story Telling
Riding Bananas
There are moments the universe sends us ever so often that are meant to keep our humility in check. The literature, the mythology and the romantic comedy genre dictates that those acts of comeuppance are supposed to come when your boots are little too big, your ego over inflated or your hubris is going to … Continue reading Riding Bananas
Fat Anna
Fat Anna's voice gets loud sometimes. Mostly she's a lying bitch, but sometimes it takes strangers to remind us that she's full of it.
Join my club!
Do you wanna join our club? It's called the Fat Girl Running Club. You don't have to be fat. You don't have to run, you don't even have to identify as a girl. There's no subscription fee, there's no ongoing out of pocket expenses or odd meetings at the CWA hall with ice breakers where … Continue reading Join my club!
My Precious Gift
It's hard to put into words where I am at the moment. But we all know when I'm in that space, it usually means I have to write it out. The rules are usually write what you want but end your blog in hope. I believe in hope. I believe in brighter tomorrows and most … Continue reading My Precious Gift
Tag it, Bag it and pick up the Fire Extinguisher
You know what? Right now I couldn't get a kick in a stampede. That is apparently a real Australian euphemism I found on google. It's far less offensive than the traditional "I must have run over a chinaman" but I think the intent is the same. If there is a way to 'fix' myself at … Continue reading Tag it, Bag it and pick up the Fire Extinguisher
Mother Fuckers
If you looked at my life from the outside you wouldn't see a lot of compromise. I've made a lifestyle out of hyping what I have. I don't think many of us are very different. We all want to know, actually know, not just feel, like the life we have chosen matters. Matters to us … Continue reading Mother Fuckers
life in big frilly knickers 