• Weekly check-in

    Sunday, September 25, 2016 Permalink

    Another week has flown by and though I should be concerned about this time-hastening phenomenon, I’m just glad I can flush my toilets again. That’s right folks… my water tank pump issues were sorted and I can flush freely. (I thought that was important for you all to know before I continue with my weekly retrospective!)

  • My personal first aid kit

    Friday, September 23, 2016 Permalink

    I’ve raved a number of times about US blogger Carla Birnberg – who I’ve been following since her MizFit days – and who has inspired a number of my blog posts, including this one.

    Yesterday Carla talked about her ‘personal first aid kit’ – an exercise she did with her daughter. The idea behind the kit is that it treats, comforts and heals emotional injuries – just as its better-known counterpart does with the physical kind.

  • Favourite family meals

    Monday, September 19, 2016 Permalink

    I know most of the people joining in Denyse’s linkup today will be husbands, wives and parents and sharing their own family’s favourite meal. Alas, this singleton lives alone so my thoughts immediately jumped back to my family of origin and meals of my childhood.

    I’m very fortunate however as I see my mother regularly since my seachange four years ago and she loves to cook. I believe I’ve mentioned the research I invented to prove that the domesticity gene skips a generation. So this means I can get my fave meals from mum without even needing to whine pathetically or remind her I fix stuff on her computer from time to time. 

  • Weekly check-in

    Sunday, September 18, 2016 Permalink

    I’ve been home from my conference for nearly a week now and – in many ways – feel like I’ve achieved little. However… I’m happily ensconced in my own house so everything’s gotta be good, right? #spoileralert: The answer’s “Yes, mostly.”

    Before I share the exciting trials and tribulations of my life, I’ll start with my reading and reviewing.

  • Weekly check-in

    Sunday, September 11, 2016 Permalink

    I’m writing this post from Queensland’s Gold Coast… where I’ve spent the last few days at a blogging conference. And I am now – quite frankly – rather exhausted from all of the listening and learning. Not to mention the eating and socialising.

    But more on that later…

  • The ubiquitous conference prep post

    Wednesday, September 7, 2016 Permalink

    I know I know… it’s a bit clichéd. Every blogger and their dog’s doing the ‘What to take to ProBlogger’ post. Or ‘My plans for ProBlogger’ or similar. And indeed I’ve done them in the past.

    But I’m trying to post often in September to get my blogging mojo back and needed a pic-based post, so figured I’d offer up my own (very Debbish type) suggestions for… conference preparation. 

  • So… I’ve moved

    Tuesday, September 6, 2016 Permalink

    I’ve just moved house for the zillionth time. Okay, that may be an exaggeration… but it FEELS true. I worked out at one point (in 2000 or so) that I’d moved cities 11 times (involving 4 different countries) in a 15 year period, so you’d think I’d be kinda zen about the whole business of moving house. Sadly the reality is very different, as I always end up teetering on the edge of a tantrum a two-year old would envy.

  • All or nothing. Always good or bad?

    Tuesday, July 26, 2016 Permalink

    I’ve long admitted to being an ‘all or nothing’ person. Yep. Hello, my name is Deborah and I’m a black / white thinker. And it’s something I consider to be one of my biggest flaws. But, I’ve been recently challenged to consider whether the idea of ‘going big or going home’ could in fact sometimes be a good thing.

  • Lost for words

    Tuesday, July 19, 2016 Permalink

    I have long been a lover of words. I love reading, I love writing and (sad but true) I love talking.

    I’ve now read a couple of books – a novel and a biography – about people who’ve also been word-lovers who’ve developed dementia or alzheimers and have become lost for words. Both – along with other illnesses robbing people of their ability to express themselves – are tragic and I had a little taste of that for myself last week.