Angela Mollard
Angela Mollard is a Sydney-based journalist who began her career at the New Zealand Herald before moving to London where she worked for the Daily Mail. She also wrote for The Sunday Times, the Mail on Sunday, Marie Claire and Harpers & Queen before moving to Australia.
For the past few years she has combined motherhood with writing for magazines both in Australia and the UK. Thus, much to her dismay, she can tell you the name of any celebrity’s child. She is proud of never having read an instruction manual. She still supports the All Blacks.
Articles by Angela Mollard
A good holiday is about unrest, not rest
Like a fat full-stop, it lay in my hand. A small orange – not exactly fresh, but purchased anyway because…... Read more
A fulfilling marriage is more about sext than text
Text to my husband: “Have sorted meatballs and worm tablets.” Except I inadvertently send it to my friend, who wryly…... Read more
PMT alert! Quick kids, retreat to your bedrooms!
You’re the worst mother in the world,” she yelled, running to her bedroom. “Well, go find another one,” I yelled…... Read more
How can women function without friendship?
Blindfolded in a room, I could smell her. I could seek her out, smack kisses on both cheeks as is…... Read more
I’d rather climb a mountain than stick to a “diet”
WhenI started this column, I vowed I wouldn’t write about my weight. Or diets. I figured if you’re female, you…... Read more
There’s no drug that can prepare you for parenthood
In giant letters, I’d written “No drugs”. Then, as an afterthought: “Perhaps an epidural if it’s as bad as everyone…... Read more
If you’ve got a favourite child, you’re kidding yourself
“Your daughter,” remarks a friend in the schoolyard, “reminds me of that girl in Four Weddings and a Funeral.” Really?…... Read more
Are your friends looking for love in all the wrong places?
Love is a bitch to find. If you believe Hollywood, it’s there for the taking – lurking in Central Park,…... Read more
Angela by any other name would be as sweet
Angela is so not “me”. I’m definitely a Clementine. Maybe a Rebecca. Seraphina at a pinch, especially on the days…... Read more
It’s better to be a patchwork person than a perfect one
We were 15. Girls still, as this was another era. Our lives fused through Friday night sleepovers, caravanning holidays and…... Read more
Women need “old” feminism like a fish needs a bicycle
I love men. Truly, I adore them: how they smell, the timbre of their voices, the sexiness of their forearms,…... Read more
Teaching your kids empathy is all about show, not tell
Her name was Honey and she came to live with my family for a few weeks in 1979. I was…... Read more
Saying goodbye to black
This week I received some bad news. OK, it wasn’t as worrisome as misplacing a child, but it was worse…... Read more
Busting the myth that breast implants make you beautiful
In the interests of research, I once squeezed a woman’s breasts. Yep, a full-on fondle – with both hands –…... Read more
French small fries are a chip off the good parenting block
You’ve all heard of the helicopter parent and the tiger mum, right? One hovers, the other roars. Most probably do…... Read more
When the kids take charge, Mummy gets to complain
holiday noun 1. (often plural) a period in which a break is taken from work or studies for rest, travel…... Read more
Marriage is like undies, it’s all about strong bonds
Imagine if marriage were like a passport or a driver’s license; every five or 10 years, you have to fill…... Read more
Reconnecting by getting totally disconnected
FOR a year now, I’ve had a little quote pinned above my desk. “Tell me,” it says, “what is it…... Read more
A very messy Christmas
He’ll wake up on Christmas Day the way he now does every day – without his Daddy. He’s just four,…... Read more
The best Chrissy present is actually just being present
Ten things I hate about gifts: shopping, choosing, wrapping, posting, forgetting, worrying they cost too much or they don’t cost…... Read more
Happiness has only one yummy ingredient: baking!
“Cream the butter and sugar until pale,” it says in her cursive writing. “Soak the fruit in a cup of…... Read more
Smug mums don’t overthink gender
Without me even knowing it, I’ve become a member of a club. It’s a pretty exclusive society with celebs such…... Read more
Compatibility schmatibility. You’ve got to work at love
Compatibility is such a clunky, utilitarian word for the delicate harmony that exists between two people. Yet here I am…... Read more
Bikini rules for any old bum
Wearing a bikini turns me into a woman I don’t want to be: neurotic, angsty and hyper-pervy of every female…... Read more
A life worth living isn’t wrapped in cotton wool
Recently my husband and I went whitewater rafting. No lazy river for us, we love those rapids that dump you…... Read more
Omertà: It’s Italian for top secret men’s business
Sometimes I have a moan about my husband to my mates. I’m not talking character assassination – that sort of…... Read more
Kiwis rooting for victory, and hopefully afterwards too
Australians will have more to worry about than the jubilant crowing of four million kiwis if Quade Cooper et al…... Read more
You have to leave suburbia to really, truly love it
When I was a teenager, there was nothing I wanted more than to move out of suburbia. I grew up…... Read more
Time is the best gift you can give a child
This week, my daughter and I made a pompom. You know, one of those mad, multi-coloured things constructed with wool…... Read more
Cinderella syndrome is way out of hand
Picture a psychologist’s office. Inside, there’s a 16-year-old girl. She’s sobbing. No, her parents haven’t divorced and her BF hasn’t…... Read more
Body, you’ve copped a lot of crap but please forgive me
Dear body, I’m writing to say sorry. You’ve copped a right hammering over the years. Honestly, you could take yourself…... Read more
Alice belongs in Wonderland, not a thesis
Some poncy academic has compiled a book of essays on the philosophy of Alice in Wonderland. It infuriates me when…... Read more
I like to watch. In fact, I find it inspirational
Truth be told, I’m a shocking couple watcher. Appalling. If the couples I stare at weren’t so lovingly locked onto…... Read more
No, Jimmy you cannot have that Kit Kat. Full stop
Passing the local park on one of my infrequent morning runs, I overheard a mother issuing an instruction to her…... Read more
There’s something about men and cars…
MY husband, a man I’ve long adored for his principles, his fine British wit, his modesty and – I’ll admit…... Read more
Reading between the furrowed lines
When this new picture for my column (headshot) was emailed to me, I zoomed in. And zoomed in again. What…... Read more
Hey mum, when did you lose your virginity?
My kids ask me all sorts of questions, including the priceless, “If you did a handstand when you were pregnant,…... Read more
Posh Sunday roast: The lost art of casual entertaining
Would you like some gremolata on your osso bucco?” asked my mate Shane, as he served up Sunday lunch. Some…... Read more
Precocious pint-sized style icons on parade
For 10 points, to which celebrities do these children belong: Colin, Elizabeth, Chester, Truman, Lily-Rose and Jack? Any idea? Nope.…... Read more
Spare a thought for those who can’t have kids
Pregnancy is a lovely thing. Lovely, obviously, because it usually produces a baby, but also because it keeps you warm,…... Read more
We buy half our body weight in clothes each year. Why?
For a decade, my friend Sarah and I acted as mutual wardrobe mistresses. Every six months, I’d park myself on…... Read more
The 80-20 rule for happy parents
Recently, I went back to school for a maths lesson. It was sold as an opportunity to understand the new…... Read more
All jokes aside, there’s nothing funny about obesity
Someone I love very much is fat. Really fat. Technically, you’d say he’s morbidly obese, but “morbid” actually means “gruesome”…... Read more
Lust and marriage: loving one, lusting after another
A friend of a friend is turning 40 and all she wants to mark the ending of her 30s is…... Read more
In cyberspace, no one can hear your kid scream
“Mummy,” my daughter said recently, in much the tone of Violet Beauregarde, the grasping spoilt brat in Charlie and the…... Read more
Childhood isn’t preparation for life, it is life
When my daughter told me she felt stressed one Saturday morning, I did a double take. She’s 10. She sleeps…... Read more
Hitting the shops has lost its shine
Sitting on my desk is a picture of a fox wearing a green jacket and pink tie. Thanks to a…... Read more
Having babies is a choice and a sacrifice
Before we had children, my husband and I had dual careers. We both jumped on planes at a moment’s notice,…... Read more
You’re my mother, not my friend
The other day, my daughter came downstairs wearing my shoes. Not the younger one, whose chief purpose in life is…... Read more
Fame? I’d rather learn how to fly
When I was 12, I wanted to be an air hostess when I grew up. My best friend wanted to…... Read more
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