Growing up – the both of us

Something’s happening in my house, and I’m not sure I like it.     I am becoming increasingly irrelevant to my tweeny-child.  Irrelevant is perhaps not the right word, but it’s hard to think of one that better captures my feelings. She turns her nose up at suggested activities that were once a mainstay of together time…

Navigating guilt: The art of motherhood.

It’s getting to be a bit of a habit, this sneaking off for some adult holiday time sans the kids.  Well, not really a habit, but it’s happened twice in 10 months, compared to twice in the past ten years… so naturally the guilt has set in. It didn’t help that, after plans had been…

The art of holidaying

We have different holiday styles, my husband and myself.  His involves a lot of sleeping and reading and resting and relaxing, while mine seems to moving, doing, visiting, seeing, achieving.  I think he may have the right idea, but I don’t seem to have the skill set required for restful recuperation.  I am trying though,…

Puppy Love

If you follow me on instagram (@sharlzed), it would be hard to miss that I have just become a new fur-mum.  Yes, some people have puppies (and I honestly thought I would be one of those), but it turns out I have a fur-child.  You can tell this by the number of   photos of the dog…

On being older. And wiser.

Lately, I’ve been feeling old.  Maybe it has something to do with spending lots of time with the young and happening things at my acting course.   It is hard not to let their perspective of you take hold.  And they don’t mean it in any negative way – but really, I am a contemporary of…

You are women… do you need to get naked for them to hear you roar?

The other day, reclining blissfully at the basin while the hair stylist washed and conditioned and massaged my newly coloured head of hair, I started watching music videos.  This is not what I would be doing by choice, of course, but that is what was playing on the oversized flat screen dangling on the wall ahead of me. And…

A life mostly ordinary…

Weekends away… once upon a time the man of the house and I used to take them on a regular basis.  At least once every six weeks we would be zipping up to The Hunter Valley or meandering around Jervis Bay.  Because in those days we were a two income no kids family, we took plane…

A Scatterling from Africa

Ever since our trip to South Africa last year I have been feeling vaguely homesick.  Is it homesickness, this wistful longing I have for South Africa?   After all, South Africa is not my home nor has it been so for nearly two decades. Give it a couple of years and I’ll have lived in Sydney…

The not-so-joy of Motherhood

 I don’t think I’ve quite got a grasp on this motherhood thing.  Just when I think I’ve got it sorted, everything seems to change.  Conceptually, it’s as slippery as an eel in a BP oil slick. I’ve realised recently there are a lot of things I hate about this motherhood lark.  Hate is a strong…

Oh to be in Paris…

I love my family dearly…but sometimes I imagine I live in a modern one bedroom apartment in Paris, with a type writer, all by myself.  I imagine an early morning café au lait and croissant, and taking walks through winding cobble stoned streets to the nearby market to buy a baguette and cheese for lunch.  …

I am a soccer mom (also known as – Growing Up)

I am a soccer mom.  See that woman standing on the edge of the field yelling at the kids.  Turns out, that’s me.  I know you’re not supposed to, and I hated it when my father did exactly the same thing, but I can’t seem to help myself.  If I was playing, I am positive…