This isn’t an arthritis blog. Or one pushing my book. It is the moment I cracked up about the inadequate metaphors we all live by. When this whole shebang – by which I mean *gestures all about* all of this shit – started earlier this year, one particular metaphor was touted around quite a bit. […]
I enjoy reading lists of books and films and albums that shaped my friends. Even people I don’t know that well, but see on Facebook and other sites. It is a peculiar mixture of performance and vulnerability, an insight into the suits of clothes we put on, our armoury for the world, our make up. […]
Daring to bare is difficult and odd.It also makes you ponder strange things, like why am I persisting in writing about something so embarrassing? Will it come back to bite me in the bum when people realise how rank my health has been? And what will my dad say if he reads a piece I’ve […]
Oh Maya Angelou. So beautiful and strong. It is so sad to know she’s dead when her honesty and generosity with her own life and her raw story felt like such an open gift to everyone.
International Women’s Day (tomorrow), as a cause is now 100 years old and still painfully relevant. IWD was started to campaign mostly for equal pay. According to figures from UN Women (the UN organization dedicated to gender equality and the empowerment of women), and Annie Lennox if you follow her on Twitter, women perform 66 […]