
When you’ve known someone since you were 11 and ¾, you eventually accept you have a time-share in the same brain. Even so, this particular mind-meld that happened over a better-than-usual pad thai around 3 years ago, blew even our grey matter to bits.
In the movie version of our lives, we’d like to believe we said it in unison: “I think I’m ready to start telling my story.” But we know one of us must have said it first, because we also remember one of us saying, “Funny you should say that…”
And that’s how the podcast was born.
Genetically speaking, half its DNA is the three decades we’ve spent consulting each other on questionable fashion choices, cassette mixtapes, and pretty major life decisions. No matter whether it’s been days, months, even years between chats, on some level we’re still hanging out in Kim’s childhood living room listening to “It Must Have Been Love” on repeat while we polish off a pack of Mint Slices.
The other half is harder to explain.
Call it a hand-of-the-universe moment. Call it coincidence. Whatever it was, it nudged two old friends along a similar path. And then led us to have exactly the same idea at exactly the same time.
All we know is this: to care is to carry.
So, if this podcast helps women like us find just one other person who gets it, then perhaps – at least for 30-odd minutes – everything might feel just a little lighter.
You know… like everything might just turn out fine.


Living on the Mornington Peninsula with my (second) husband and four children (yes, all mine), I recently traded my career as a copywriter and strategist for running Bookneck, my tiny travelling second-hand bookshop. Parenting children with additional needs unexpectedly added “carer” to the parenting job description, along with endless appointments, advocacy, paperwork and attempts to kick mum goals when the posts keep shifting.

I live in a seaside village in Queensland with my husband, my two children and our Golden Retriever. I became a mum in my early twenties, and while the days of nappies and daycare are behind me, I am now navigating the teenage years and supporting my daughter as she steps into adulthood – which some days feels like I am back at the starting line.