I was raised in a tower, with a view from a narrow, single window. And I could not have been happier. This will come as a shock to my parents, who think they brought me up in a perfectly normal four-bedroom house in semi-rural south-west Sydney. Sorry mum and dad. Like pretty much everyone else, … More I was raised in a tower
If you ask B why she goes to church, up until pretty recently morning tea will have figured high on the list. Memorable moment – our three year old clinking communion glasses with her father and declaring loudly: “Cheers.” J would probably tell you she goes because her two best friends from Primary School are there, along … More Why I’m chuffed our daughters are still part of church – and why we haven’t invited you to come.
I was chatting with a friend the other day about being content. “I’m reading this book and it says something about it…” she told me. “Here we go… ‘God wants you to be content….’ That’s helpful isn’t it?” We both started laughing. I’m sure the book said other stuff too, but it struck me as … More How to be completely content in three easy steps
In the lead up to what should have been Hugh’s eleventh birthday, I find myself thinking about the barbed wire and the paddock. That’s the image that’s grown with me since Hugh’s birth and death, eight hours apart, October 29 2004. His bare little chest, strong, rising and falling with the respirator. Inside, a pair … More One more wish on Hugh’s eleventh birthday
Come on, you seriously needed to click on a headline to figure this out? It’s never, ever okay… Except when it is. Like this afternoon, when I read that the wang in question was breaking the internet. A wang? But I thought everyone called it a peen these days? Okay, click… Thirty-second browse gives me … More When is it okay to click on a headline about Justin Bieber’s wang?
“He looks really sad. I hope he’s got someone looking after him.” Brydie is nine and about the most empathic person I’ve ever met. She feels the pain of both man and beast, and also creatures that are stuffed. Tony Abbott probably feels like he falls into that last category. Browsing the Guardian online over my shoulder, … More Tony’s sad-face – a lesson in life from my nine year old.
Like the rest of the internet, I’ve been thinking a lot about Cecil the lion the last week or two. Lured from the safety of his wilderness sanctuary and shot with a bow and arrow, his majestic head paraded on Facebook by a dentist who should have been back home harmlessly drilling someone’s cavities, Cecil’s … More What Cecil the lion reminds me about setting the mood, homework and arguing with my spouse
I’m heartened to be reminded, once again, that contrary to pop-psychology, we don’t use only 10% of our brainpower after all. Not so great for the recent film release, Lucy, which apparently uses this non-fact as the premise for most of its plot, but good for the rest of us, who’ve probably been feeling guilty … More Don’t make up your mind til you’ve read it
Will power. Exceptionally unappealing in the two-year-old who has her shoe in your face and refuses to leave the carseat, but pretty damn admirable in just about every other situation. Most of us define will power as determination, stamina, drive or stubbornness (as in the case of your two year old). Psychologists have a couple … More A post about why you haven’t done that thing. You know. The one you want to do and haven’t.
Girls cannot take a compliment. Like reading maps and weeing standing up, it just doesn’t seem to come naturally. (Okay, before you hate-mail me, I acknowledge that some of us, against the odds, are excellent at these things.) I first noticed this at highschool. Context: I was a public speaker, hanging out with lots of … More Girls: How to take a compliment