You can’t pack a whole life into a small bag.
Mum dropped a rucksack on my bed that last day. My uniform took all the space. I put it on instead, shirt, skirt, jumper, over my jeans and t-shirt. That made room for more clothes, and school books. But what about my stuffed elephant from when I was a baby? Photos of Leo, of Dad? The snow globe Gran gave me?
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What Women Wear
Breasts are in the news again. This time, it’s a photograph that’s the problem. A photograph of a young woman with no top on. She sent her photo to the man she was dating. He then shared it with colleagues at the school where they both taught. I say worked, because one of them was…
A Day of Opposites
Friday 15th March 2019: a day that will be carved into my heart and mind forever. A day split into two halves as extreme contrasts dominated the news cycles: hope and terror love and hate life and death A day of opposites. The morning seemed like a beacon of hope and positive action for a…
Writing Retreats and Activist Writers
Writing, by its nature, is a solitary activity. If you’re someone who thrives on a busy environment, that can be difficult. Unless you’re collaborating on a project, the actual finger-to-keyboard/pen-to-paper part of writing tends to involve hiding yourself away in a quiet corner so you can focus on your current creation. But it doesn’t have to…
Resisting Doubters & Blamers
280 characters doesn’t seem much, to tell a story with any impact or punch. Fifty words, give or take a few. But right now on Twitter, there are hundreds, thousands of tweets telling stories packing a huge punch. Horrific stories, brave stories, grief-filled stories. Stories of abandonment and cruelty. Stories of shocking and unforgivable injustices.…
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