Talking Frankly is about everything from housework to human rights. It is a mixture of observation, commentary and opinions.
It also contains a lot of profanity along with the humanity. And please don’t steal my work. Somebody invariably dobs you in and it gets messy.
Enjoy!
They do not go gently – line dancing for seniors and me!
Last week I had the opportunity to meet with four people aged 94,84, 94 and 103. We were all at the same Line Dancing evening in Hobart and I think that you can just make up your own version of how we all come to be at such an event. Or even that I could...
I blog therefore I… ummm…errr?
To be honest, they had me at hello!I'd scored a place on the Voices of 2013 Masterclass and when I sit down ten minutes late and find I'm being gifted a notebook that looks like a typewriter just for turning up I kind of thank the gods for loving me - I love funky...
To my mum
So it's Mother's Day here in Australia and as I am a mother myself now of two perfect children, I better appreciate how my mother secretly high fives herself every single day for having borne six perfect ones. And I have five things I'd like to say to my mother...
Oh paddle board, full of grace
Me today (no really!) Today courtesy of the desk magic that is Scoopon in January, I tried paddle boarding for the first time. Now for those of you not acquainted with this water sport, you basically balance on a board that is like a surfboard, with an oar...
She was born in 1910.
Four generations of HildaMy husband's grandmother died last month at the age of 102. She'd lived a whole lot longer than she'd expected to live and probably longer than she would have chosen. But she lived a long time and was loved the whole time and there...
Growing up is not for the faint hearted.
It's only lunchtime and it is already one of those days where I have cried way more than I have smiled. And the frustrating thing is that as I stood in the sunshine, hanging out the washing, crying in that face distorting way which is never how it looks in the...
I’m an aspirational mother
Hello everybody - very pleased to announce I am guest blogging on The Flying Drunken Monkey today, a fabulously entertaining (and quite educational) blog about one woman's struggle against housework. And as you all know - I'm the most domestically challenged...
If Fred Nile agrees with you – there’s a problem
Rightio - Fred Nile has just agreed with your suggestion. Do youa) continue thinking its a good ideab) give yourself kudos for having tried but concede its probably not the right direction?Look - it was a suggestion to move the issue along which is more than...
The practising of small acts of politeness
I have been seeing a psychologist since I was diagnosed with Post Natal Depression and PTSD following a particularly crappy first birth experience. It's not a secret and my only regret is that I didn't accept the diagnosis at first figuring that knowing I had it...
Currently old fashioned
This weekend when we spent some time hanging out at Gran and Granpa's house, we had cause to wash our hands.The Tullinator was fascinated by this square of white sitting on the basin."What's this Mama?""Soap sweetheart"Confused look on her face. She knows soap comes...
If I knew then what I know now – I’d change nothing
PerfectionLordy me but the glossary of terms for new parents needs to be refined. I read article after article where people are beating themselves up because they didn't understand the basic terminology and judge themselves harshly as a result.I was one of them....
Pondering on the Thatcher thing
In case you've just woken from a coma of some length, it may have come to your attention that Margaret Thatcher, former British Prime Minister has died. For those that aren't old enough to have any need to know who she is, she is the reason the Dad and the older...