Posts About Me

Nuns, Trains and the Stupid Things We Sometimes Do
Wondering Weather I Should Iron
I Keep Meaning to Give Up Wine
Looking Older: Who Cares?
Blue Moon Spiders
The Elvis Preseley Connection
Some Queen's Birthday Silliness
Wish List
Vision: Counting Ladybug Eyelashes
Tears: Inconvenient Red Eyes
Pyjama Pants: an Embarrassing Story
Odds and Ends About Noticing
Former Friends: Did I Shock Them?
Elegant: All Dolled Up
Chicken: Headless Chooks and Chapel Roofs
Body Butter
Gliding and Sliding and Getting Older
This is Serious
Running towards Easter
I'm Elvis' Wife (Part 2)
I'm Elvis' Wife (Part 1)
The Responsibility of Too Much Free Time
The Girl Who Wondered Why She Was Here
Out of Control... Clicking and Clicking
My Facebook Dilemma
Making a Fuss About Looking Old
Because I Am a Mother
Susan Skeleton
Life after Babies
Seven Facts about Me
My Fat Legged Mother Story
A Good Reason to Become a Royalist
Trying to Be a Fun Mum
What Are People Thinking About Me?
Thoughts of an Ageing Birthday Girl
Sheep, Surgery and Confident Sons
Knocked Off My Throne
Lining Up with All the Other Daring Mothers
Part of the Pack
Part of the Team
Memories of an Inexperienced Mother
Why My Valentine is the Love of My Life
My Starring Role
Learning from My Children
What I'm Listening to as I Run
Super Running Mum
That I-Can-Run-Forever Feeling
A Mother's Heart
A Mother, a Child: a Special Love
How to Look Gorgeous Forever
A Thrilling Experience
Gorgeous Big Hair
Teeth, Pain and Fear
Wrinkles and Sisters
Why I'm Not Celebrating the Queen's Birthday
I Am a Skirt Girl
Stealing a Birthday Story
The Splat
Part of Me
Inside I Am Only Four and a Half Like You
The Beautiful People

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