(and other ponderings)
Independent women, don’t hate me yet. Beyonce is alive and well in my heart & I know I don't NEED no man. But there are times I would like one to open a door for me, hold my hair back after a big saturday night, or help me grab that overpriced, imported cordial ,that I foolishly insist ...
I hate to whinge … But I cried over a red Commodore this week. Now, I’m no rev-head nor car enthusiast; I’m from Adelaide and never been ...
Here's a little secret; my name's not Rosie. (In fact, I have a theory all Rosie's were born by another name unless they were born dogs. Seriously, ...
I haven’t been looking forward to the epic 4-day Easter holiday this year because, well, I don’t have one. And everyone else does. All my family's interstate, ...