Casey's Blog

Not long ago, I was in the kitchen with my son—somewhere between chopping veggies and attempting to convince him that broccoli is, in fact, edible—whe...

The other day, my daughter handed me a little envelope.
Not a real one—one she’d made herself.
She had drawn the stamps, written my name on the front,...

Not long ago, I went to the movies with my husband.

We grabbed snacks, sank into the comfy seats, and settled in for a film I had been dying to see—b...

I almost said no.

A funeral had been set for my best friend’s stepdad. We’ve been inseparable since Year 1, our lives stitched together through decad...

I didn’t expect a family holiday to Malaysia to change the way I think about speaking.

But as I wandered through bustling night markets, shared stori...

Imagine this:

You’re halfway through your talk. You’ve shared stories, offered insights, the room is quiet—you can feel your audience leaning in.

Yo...

Last weekend, we threw a HUGE birthday bash for my son.

We invited every kid in his class—thinking, “There’s no way they’ll all come.”

Spoiler: they...

Be honest: have you ever watched someone on your dream stage and thought,
“Seriously? That should be me.”

Welcome to Stage Rage—like road rage, but w...

The other morning, I took my kids to a café before school. You know the drill: school bags, sibling squabbles, and the promise of a babyccino to make ...

Let me ask you something: have you started appearing on podcasts yet?

If not, I’m going to lovingly suggest that now is your time.

Because while spe...

I must’ve only been about four.

We were driving in my Pop’s old car—you know the kind, where the vinyl seats stuck to your legs in summer—and I was b...

The other night, I was curled up in bed with my daughter, reading her a bedtime story.

She was tucked under her unicorn doona, hair still damp from t...