Marina Go

When I was a journalist on a daily newspaper 25 years ago I loved the thrill of chasing down a deadline.

Over the past few weeks the subject of appropriate office dress has popped up in conversation on a number of occasions.

I found a window in my week’s schedule and completed my July to September Business Activity Statement (BAS), due yesterday.

I eavesdropped on a twitter conversation this week between a couple of self-proclaimed feminists and it disturbed me.

I have just completed the process of teaching a group of motivated and enthusiastic women to write for magazines.

I have become strangely obsessed with The Newsroom.

My grandmother was one of the last of a generation of Chinese women to have their feet bound.

I was fortunate to be seated in a courtside box yesterday at Allphones Arena in Sydney to witness our most successful national team, the Australian Diamonds, defeat their toughest international opponents, New Zealand’s Silver Ferns, by a record margin of 20 points.

I was invited to a Sydney Dance Company rehearsal this week by non-executive director Naseema Sparks.

I met a big sister for coffee this week.

A year ago yesterday my oldest son sat the first of seven HSC exams.

I assumed the Lance Armstrong discussion with my sons would be met with lots of questions.