You may remember I have been working on a startup concept (including a book)* for women since becoming pregnant and having my son abroad in the UK. I was freelancing away, growing a baby and waddling along the streets of North West London, happily posting Instagram snaps of flowers in winter, coloured doorways, cute bikesContinue reading “The reason why I want to empower women”
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When one door closes
I came across this quote recently and it made me think, for every: missed opportunity; closed door; firm no; and I told you so. There’s always been: something different (sometimes greater); someone else; or some surprise… …waiting in the wings. A wise woman I once worked with held firm her belief: “A good no is better than aContinue reading “When one door closes”
Weekend in London town
It seems we never tire of a trip across the pond to visit friends! Last month we spent a long weekend in London, catching up with our Aussie mates who were over visiting from Brisbane en route to Italy. We also caught up with our other Brisbane friends and an Irish relative who are allContinue reading “Weekend in London town”
Highlights from the Highlands
I’m on a bus to Dublin airport en route to Canada for the bank holiday weekend so I might as well share some highlights from our trip to Edinburgh. First I will start with Customs – for all you international couples out there, be sure you check your boarding pass before going through security. TurnsContinue reading “Highlights from the Highlands”
Mid-March mayhem
Our Paddys Day (or St Patrick’s Day) celebrations went off last weekend without a hitch. Everyone’s flights arrived on time, nobody lost their luggage, we had a front row view of the parade, found a space to rest our pints and it didn’t rain! We took our friends around the village we live in inContinue reading “Mid-March mayhem”
Movements
Last week we packed up our suitcases and moved the few kilometres to Brisbane’s Central Business District (CBD), into our temporary apartment that will be home for the next seven weeks. I was sad to say goodbye to the neighbourhood we had lived in for the past few years, with its jacaranda lined streets andContinue reading “Movements”
Notes From Another Land 