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Client meetings at the midlife

“Good morning. I have an eleven o’clock with Ronan.” “Ronan’s on a Skype call for another fifteen. Can you take a seat?” she purrs at me, pushing a visitor pass and clipboard across the shiny white desk. “Sure.” Fuck. I should have insisted on Skyping. From my office cocoon. With poor light. In my PJs.… Continue reading Client meetings at the midlife

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The fifty-something dagwood (and the changing shape of families)

Disclosure: This is a sponsored post. Being fifty-something, I read plenty about baby boomers being the “sandwich” generation, sandwiched between stay-at-home adult children and caring for long-lived, elderly parents. I think, there are more dimensions to the midlife meal than that. Many more. It’s a multi-layered “dagwood” sandwich that caters for modern-day appetites. For example, we’ve… Continue reading The fifty-something dagwood (and the changing shape of families)

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Kennett River, Great Ocean Road, Victoria … and a path less travelled

Being fifty-something doesn’t mean I’ve learnt to enjoy the chilly-ness of autumn weather, especially when the temperature dives dramatically like it has this past few days. I’ve been dreaming of warmer climes and my mind keeps wandering back to a little break we took at Kennett River a couple of months back. Just the memory warms… Continue reading Kennett River, Great Ocean Road, Victoria … and a path less travelled

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Adventures into subdivision #1

Being fifty-something often means change. Physical changes, outlook changes, family changes, housing changes. For us, Boy Wonder’s recent shift to the big smoke signals that we are (like it or not) empty-nesters. Just me, Mr P and Jack Sparrow (Pirate Cat) remain aboard the Mothership. This house is a far heavier footprint than we need… Continue reading Adventures into subdivision #1

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Thank you to the Goddess of Book Clubs (for surely she is a she)

Thank you to the Goddess of Book Clubs (for surely she is a she). Only a female could pluck 12 unrelated women from my local community, throw us together in a swish wine bar and decree that we should read shared books and meet monthly to discuss. And only a goddess could have created such an open, respectful, tolerant and… Continue reading Thank you to the Goddess of Book Clubs (for surely she is a she)