So, picking up where I left off, picture this: I’ve just made it to NYC to begin my long-awaited birthday weekend. A group of my dearest, bestest, most loved girlfriends is waiting for me. And after multiple delayed/cancelled/whatever flights, I’m finally on my way to cocktails. Finally. Friday After a while in the taxi spent … Continue reading [18] Welcome to New York 2.0
It’s a new soundtrack I could dance to this beat The lights are so bright But they never blind me Welcome to New York It’s been waiting for you Welcome to New York Look, I’m not above some T Swizzle. Despite its being described as the worst NYC anthem of all time, Welcome to New … Continue reading [17] Welcome to New York 1.0
24 days ago, I entered my fifth decade. Finished my 30s. Turned 30 years older than 10. Okay, okay. Yes. I turned 40. Forty seems such a milestone. It even sounds important. Go on. Say it out loud. (Once again, with gusto.) And yet, when I thought about sitting down to write this post, I … Continue reading [16] The Big Four-Zero
Friends. Friends. Friends. When you’ve got three kids from dawn ‘til dusk, who needs them? Me. I need them. Because, really... when you add up all the stuff that my family and I have been dealing with over the last few months – hell, that I’ve been dealing with over the last few months – … Continue reading [15] I’ll Be There For You
The Trailing Spouse. It’s a term I’ve only recently come to know, describing a reality I’ve only recently come to experience. Learning this term from a dear friend of mine was one of those moments when in an instant, the entirety of your experience just seems to make sense. As humans, we’re constantly searching for … Continue reading [14] The Trailing Spouse
As a tribute to the little things I am enjoying about living in the United States, last week’s post got me thinking. The last two months have signified an extreme up-and-down journey for my family and me. And, like I recounted, America seems to be a land of extremes. Can I start with the elephant … Continue reading [13] Land of Extremes
Two months, Clare. You’re a whole two months in. What have you learned? Mere minutes before beginning this blog, I was asking myself this exact question. Things have been tough; there’s no doubt about that. My head’s been spinning off its axis. This place sure is crazy – a land of extremes. But for all … Continue reading [12] Party in the USA
There are big brownie points up for grabs here, everyone: do you remember the verse one opening line of All Saints’ seminal 1997 hit, Never Ever? ...No? Come on! You’re missing out. It’s poetic and supremely relevant stuff: My head’s spinning Boy, I’m in a daze I feel isolated Don’t want to communicate Too right … Continue reading [11] My Head’s Spinning
At exactly 2:39am last Thursday morning, I was jolted awake by a very big, very unfamiliar sound. I’d had a few wines at dinner, so perhaps that’s why it took me a few moments to fully register that someone was breaking in to our house. Or at least that’s what I thought it was. Two … Continue reading [10] I Feel the Earth Move
Three under four wasn’t (see: isn’t) always easy. It takes a village, that’s for sure. And this is why I miss my mothers’ group. For those who may not be so familiar with the (Australian) term, a mothers’ group is a group of first-time mothers and their babies assigned a group by their local council … Continue reading [9] Love Letter
