At the risk of sounding like I’m whining about my #firstworld problems; this morning was nothing short of crappy. With thanks to two small children who had broken my sleep throughout the night, I woke up feeling crappy. With thanks to a freezing house not suited to Sydney’s mid-winter weather, I got out of bed feeling crappy. With thanks to my late start to the morning, I wrestled my monumentally resistant children out the door, feeling crappy.As my morning continued, so did the crappiness. The crappiness of an overflowing Inbox. The crappiness of another film-grant rejection. The crappiness of a... Read full article »

The other day I was standing in my kitchen deep in thought and on the verge of solving a challenging work conundrum when my husband walked in and asked me what was wrong. “Nothing,” I said. “I’m just thinking.” My caring husband had seen my stern looking face and thought that something was up. But there wasn’t anything wrong. I was just thinking deeply and wearing a face expression that, with thanks to media observations of Hilary Clinton and other women in the public spotlight, has become known as “resting bitch face.”This seemingly harmless and minor interaction got me thinking... Read full article »