We have more to say, don’t we?

When I was 33 I lived in a small rural mining town with my husband, worked full time and had two small children, and a baby on the way.

I was a worker. I was a wife. I was a mum.

I had absolutely nothing to talk about except those three things.

To recommend or not to recommend…

The November book for one of my much-loved book clubs is, Of A Boy by Sonya Hartnett. I read the … More

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💣Warning: no baby was harmed in the taking of this photo and this is not a reflection of my feelings … More

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Just because I’m passionate about building book clubs for women, doesn’t mean I get to attend them. (Sad face). Today … More