Being fifty-something, I have identified some of my strengths. Baking is not one of them. It’s not like I haven’t tried to be a kitchen goddess. I’m still trying … I’m just not expecting too much. Why? You know those road intersections labelled as blackspots? They usually have signs on their approach warning drivers they… Continue reading Why I don’t bake (much).
Being fifty something, I know that nothing matters more than family. You don’t always think that way in your teens. Even in your twenties you might be a tad self-centric or money obsessed to see it clearly. Once you’ve navigated your busiest parenting years (for me, my thirties) and are struggling through the perpendicular learning… Continue reading Family matters
Being fifty-something, I’ve survived a few medical events and procedures. I’ve birthed two babies and had a couple of major knee surgeries. I’ll spare you the mucky details of the others. Today, I experienced a new one – an autologous injection into my Achilles tendon. I injured my Achilles ten months ago and it hasn’t… Continue reading Take a shot of healing
Being fifty something I should probably have perfected certain nifty domestic systems. Not so. I still struggle with effective storage, especially when it comes to my shoes and clothes. I simply have more stuff than fits in the available wardrobe and drawers space. Recently I read that Tony Hsieh, CEO of Zappos, the online shoe… Continue reading The taming of the shoes (and tshirts)
Being fifty-something, I remember when bananas cost 25c a pound (or was that a kilo? Or was that 25p?) I also remember (more clearly) last year when Cyclone Yasi (or was that Larry?) wiped out the North Queensland banana crop, driving banana prices up to $15 a kilo. Almost overnight, bananas disappeared from our fruit… Continue reading Banana prices, pretty plates and timely poetry