Apparently, becoming a parent is one of the single most profound things that can happen to a person. It’s said to cause a monumental shift in a person, the kind where you are irrevocably changed and you begin to see life in two distinct phases — Before Children and After…

When I was three months pregnant, my husband and I moved in with my parents. We did this for a few reasons, but one of the big ones was that I couldn’t work while I was pregnant and needed a lot more help being a human than usual. My baby…

I’ve been spending more time with my own mother recently. She’s (kindly) been spending one day a week with the Tiny Dictator while I work from home. Though, lately, I’ve been escaping to the office. …

I’ve been a right bitch the last few months. If my middle brother were reading this he’d yell at me for using that word. But he can barely read my text messages so I’m pretty sure he’s not reading my blogs. If you don’t like that word here are some others — an arse hole, a cow, a meanie, a bully, a butt face, a shit head, a knob, a general boob. All I’m trying to say is I think I’ve just been a bit of a horror to live with lately.

I’ve now been back at work for well over a year. I went back when V was only 5 months old. …

I’ve been feeling really stressed lately. Not only am I trying to buy a house — in Sydney, because I’m a glutton for punishment. But also, it’s been a year. I’m going to write that again with caps so you know where to put the emphasis. It’s BEEN a year…

In November 2016, I was 7 months pregnant and watched, with absolute disbelief as Trump was named POTUS. Not nearly 12 months later, the accusations against Harvey Weinstein came to light, and the things every woman has known about, felt, or experienced firsthand — at the hands of men —…