Susan Horsburgh

0 Comments You’ve been a journalist for many years. What do you love about what you do? I just love chatting with people and writing about it. It’s my dream job, possibly because I’m quite nosy – as anyone sitting next to me on a plane would know.…

At a spiritual retreat in the Japanese countryside, Susan Horsburgh immerses herself in the country's culture - under the tutelage of a kooky monk.

In the quagmire of midlife, letting yourself go isn’t such a bad thing after all. By Susan Horsburgh When I came out to the kitchen to walk the kids and cavoodle to school the other day, my husband took one look at me and laughed: “You’ve really…

THE TRAVELLER049 The relaxed remote and outrageously beautiful Cook Islands is one of the Pacific s best kept secrets Susan Horsburgh swaps school pick ups laundry and play dates for a taste of Polynesian paradise LOST FOUNDANDDREAMCOOK…

Want to commune with Mother Earth – without the camping? Susan Horsburgh heads deep into Victoria’s spa country on a hiking tour that combines uphill climbs with creature comforts. For years I’ve had a hankering to go hiking – ever since I read Wild,…

Inspired by Marie Kondo, the global titan of tidying, Susan Horsburgh sifts through her closet in the quest for clothes that “spark joy”. Sure, I’ve tidied before, but Marie Kondo promises this time will be different. I pore over her latest book,…

Inspired by Marie Kondo, the global titan of tidying, Susan Horsburgh sifts through her closet in the quest for clothes that "spark joy".

The Weekly’s Susan Horsburgh reveals the agony of her own father’s slow decline. When I was a kid, Dad was some kind of demigod to me. He’d come home from work, drop his briefcase and give me long cuddles in the kitchen – and instantly it felt like…

With a much-loved mum and three spirited little girls, Susan Horsburgh ponders the fraught mother-daughter relationship and the art of the maternal put-down.

Inspired by the late Hazel Hawke's battle with Alzheimer's, The Weekly's Susan Horsburgh reveals the agony of her own father's slow decline. When I was a kid, Dad was some kind of demigod to me. He'd come home from work, drop his briefcase and give…

The relaxed, remote and outrageously beautiful Cooks Islands is one of the Pacific's best kept secrets. When the holiday planner asks what kind of activities might interest me, I give it to her straight: “Nothing that raises my heart rate.” So when…