Strangely enough I love the idea of being average. I love not sticking my head above the parapet, only to be cut down along with the all the other tall poppies. But that’s not how my life has been. I’ve always seemed to be slightly different.

It was the morning of my twin sons' first day of kindy. The boys were dressed, their bags packed, and we were heading out the door. Then one of the boys grabs the Vicks Vaporub from the bathroom cabinet and plasters his hair with it. Here's how the 55% rule saved my bacon.

New Year’s resolutions are for teenagers or those eager self-help enthusiasts who think they should crochet blankets for baby seals or give up eating fruit that didn’t fall off the tree of its own accord. At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself for the past ten years.

I had the absolute honour of being asked to speak in the Australian Institute of Management International Women's Day debate in 2013. It was a time of great change in my life. I was pregnant with my twin boys. When I was asked I thought instantly I wanted to be on the affirmative team. After all, I'd been raised to know nothing other than equality.