This is not a side hustle

This is not a side hustle

Side Hustle. It’s become a ubiquitous term. Part of the lexicon of our times. Used to cover everything from second, third and fourth jobs to leveraging the sharing economy to an Etsy store to freelancing to blogging.

This thing that sits on the side of your “regular” hustle and delivers extra income. Something that consumes you and drives you and gives purpose. A million buzzfeed articles are written on this hustle and Facebook ads tell you can make a million dollars from it.

I have two problems with the term – “side” and “hustle”. It’s become a cute term that either misleads, diminishes or skates over bigger issues. Read more

On the morning jog

the morning jog

A change came into our house late last year. My husband starting running. He’s never run before — not in any committed way. But a big birthday, a need to be fit, a sudden preoccupation with health, something pushed him into becoming a runner. Four times a week without fail.

And, of course, he has lost weight. Quite a bit really. The law of conservation of mass — mass is never created or destroyed, it’s just rearranged. His lost kilos have found me. Stealthily crept over to my side of the bed. And so, I too, have attempted the magic of running to rearrange molecules. Read more

West Village: West End is growing up

This post was written in collaboration with and sponsored by West Village.

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One of my favourite things to do on a Saturday morning is to head to the West End markets for breakfast and fresh food. I laze under the trees with a bagel and a coffee, while my boys run around the park. We buy our fruit and vegetables from the market holders and stop for a chat or to listen to the buskers. Sometimes we will wander up the street and check out new shops that have opened. Because there is always something new and evolving in West End.

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Only in Brisbane

Only in Brisbane

I’m a brissie girl. Born and bred. I’ve travelled a little bit but I’ve never actually lived anywhere else. So I’ll self-nominate as a Brisbane expert. Clearly not through any basis of comparison to other places – just by virtue of not knowing anything else. Clearly, I could run for president on those qualifications.

Like every city, Brisbane has its own idiosyncrasies. These are just a few…. Read more

Manners. Please.

manners. please

Each generation bemoans a lack of manners and respect in the next. I think it’s been that way since Adam was a boy. Parents of young kids are a constant, easy target for those that have forgotten just hard it is. Or never had anything to do with bringing up kids in the first place.

But you know what would make it a little easier? If the people levelling the charges showed some good manners themselves. Read more