Charlotte’s is the fourth and final in a series of interviews: A Shared American Dream. In each blog, I’ve explored a single, central, cutting question: Is life in the US all it’s shaped up to be? Let’s meet the last of these four incredible women who've helped shape my American Dream. *** So far in … Continue reading [38] A Shared American Dream: Charlotte
Kathryn's is the third in a series of four interviews: A Shared American Dream. In each blog, I’ll explore a single, central, cutting question: Is life in the US all it’s shaped up to be? We’ll meet four incredible women who've helped shape my American Dream. *** Have you heard of SoulCycle? I had. I … Continue reading [37] A Shared American Dream: Kathryn
Zoe’s is the second in a series of four interviews - A Shared American Dream - that I’ll publish on Big Little Lives over the coming month. In each blog, I’ll explore a single, central, cutting question: Is life in the US all it’s shaped up to be? We’ll meet four incredible women who've helped … Continue reading [36] A Shared American Dream: Zoe
Mia’s is the first in a series of four interviews - A Shared American Dream - that I’ll publish on Big Little Lives over the coming month. In each blog, I’ll explore a single, central, cutting question: Is life in the US all it’s shaped up to be? We’ll meet four incredible women who've helped … Continue reading [35] A Shared American Dream: Mia
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
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
Well, I’m still here. I’m still standing. Kind of. I’ve survived my first week flying solo with the kids. You may shake your head and think ‘big deal, millions of people around the world look after their own kids. And PS: some do it full-time, without a partner’. That’s true, of course, and my hat … Continue reading [7] Flying Solo
