The Case For My Lifelong Crush On Every Dorky TV Character

I'll take a pair of glasses over a football jacket any day.

My first terrible, stomach flipping, tongue tied teenage crush was not on a dork, or a nerd, or even a nice guy. It was on my best friend's older brother, Simon. He was tall, with blonde hair and a mischievous smile, and an ever so slight South African accent care of his recently emigrated parents. He was swoon material, and had a rep for being a heart breaker even amongst the older girls in his year - total nightmare.

We made awkward

'My threenager broke my foot in a tech-tantrum'

'She was like a heroin addict when I took the laptop away.'

Setbacks are an inevitable part of growing up, but there are ways to ensure your child will have the strength to bounce back. Here are some top resilience building techniques for your kids.

My three-year-old is what you might call a spirited child. In the same way you might call Attila the Hun spirited. Physically, she's like a miniature pro wrestler, but with the athletic grace and strength of a Russian gymnast. She takes it from no-

Drop The Ball - Feature Article for Marie Claire

What happens when a stressed-out working mother of three, with control freak tendencies and a habit for taking on too much, tries a new way to become a balanced, rested, and fulfilled person—in a month? Emily Dempster finds out.

“Mummy, why do only boys get to go to the office?”, my five year old daughter asks as she watches her dad run through the rain to work. I’m about to pull back out in to traffic after dropping my husband off, but I need to take a moment. Wow, that one hurt.

I used to go to the office. I used to go to the office big time. But five years and three kids later, I’ve gone from negotiating multi million dollar contracts to negotiating with my children to get in their carseats.

It hit me like a ton of wet nappy pants: I had to go back to work. Full time. Go to bed one night a stay at home mum, wake up the next morning as Sheryl Sandberg. What could go wrong?

Fast forward a few weeks to one Sunday afternoon, as I stood staring at the mounds of washing, the unpaid bills and the counter space where the prepped meals for the week should have been sitting—except the baby had woken from her nap early—and I wondered what the hell I’d been thinking. And then I burst in to tears.

So when I spotted Tiffany Dufu’s new book, Drop the Ball, I clutched at it like a lifeline. “Achieve more by doing less,” it promised. That’s what Dufu, a driven, ambitious professional and women’s leadership expert, did. Instead of encouraging women to lean in, reach higher and pack more in, she offers a refreshing perspective: stop. Dufu, like most of us, had a daily to-do list a mile long. But she decided to cross off all the jobs that didn't contribute towards the things that matter most to her, whittle down to the essentials (groceries, laundry, boring stuff), and make an almost-formal arrangement to split tasks with her husband.

The key? She resisted the urge to remind her husband to do things, to micromanage and take over. When she ‘dropped the ball’, Dufu says, her husband picked it up, and she flourished at work and life.

I just wanted basic survival. But flourish? Oh man. Sign me up.

'My family is about to divorce me and it's all because of Kath and Kim'

It's different, it's unusual... and it's driving my loved ones up the wall.

Help! Kath and Kim is on Netflix and my husband and kids are about to divorce me.

What's that got to do with the price of Tia Maria, I hear you ask?

The constant stream of catch-phrases streaming from my mouth now that I’m binge watching Kath and Kim is really getting up everyone’s goat. But, dear reader, I cannot stop. And by cannot, I mean I will not. It's just too much fun.

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OPINION: 'In defence of the Byron Bay mumfluencers'

'If she starts using scraps of time to build her bohemian inspired business back up, then power to her.'

By now everyone, including your great uncle who doesn't know how to use the internet, has read that Vanity Fair piece from last month about the Byron Bay mum influencers. That stinging piece about the gang of privileged, white, creative surfer mums, or ‘murfers’, who parade their photogenic children and idyllic surroundings on Instagram.

When I saw it pop up on Facebook, I jumped in bed, go

'My home renovation left me gasping for air'

Emily was proud to bring her newborn back to her newly-renovated dream home - but within minutes she was struggling to breathe.

Australia's east coast is being engulfed by mould with experts receiving large numbers of calls. Mould can cause skin irritations, asthma and even fatal lung conditions.

When we brought our first baby home from the hospital to the house we had just purchased and renovated in a suburb we loved, I walked through the door of our new home, and couldn't breathe.

The breat

Your baby could be costing your friends more than you think

If you think all those events like Christmas, birthdays and baby showers cost a bomb, spare a thought for the amazing friends who deliver in the gift department.

It can be challenging to know just what you should buy for your baby. Have no fear – we’ve got you covered!

Every parent knows that kids are expensive. In the first year of a child’s life, parents spend a whopping $10,721 on their cash-hungry little bundles of joy.

There's the super exy set up costs of the pram, the cot, the car seat

We found the ultimate gift for the new mum of two

F**k, now there are two of you is the ONLY f**king book the mum of two will be needing.

It can be challenging to know just what you should buy for your baby. Have no fear – we’ve got you covered!

If you're looking for a gift for your mum friend who's expecting their second child, we've found exactly what the f**k she needs.

Parents all over the world were rejoicing at the release of a sequel to the #1 bestseller, Go the F**k to Sleep.

F**k, Now There are Two of You

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About Me

I'm an experienced freelance writer, copywriter, and editor based in Sydney, Australia. I write long and short form, and specialise in lifestyle, women's interests, and parenting. Get in touch at emilytdempster@gmail.com