Dear girls in class, who are currently discussing gender politics: I am so proud of you. As you sit there and realise for perhaps the first time the ways that social constructions of gender restrict us, I can almost feel your hearts and minds being opened. And the fact that, although we are studying women’s rights […]
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A recent post from Liana prompted me to sit down and figure it out. I work full time, run Creative Writing Club, meet weekly for the school Antipodeans trip to Laos, have lunch and recess duties, clean a house, cook home-cooked meals more nights than not, have a 1-year-old child whom I am still breastfeeding,
Or, as Liana more appropriately titled it, Don’t Embrace the Boulders. This is a post I could have written, about why you shouldn’t embrace life’s boulders. Go, read it. It’s affirming. LIANA’S WONDERFUL POST – CLICK HERE. Read more:Dawn LandingOn the floor, being stillIn The Midst Of Change
I’m being irresponsible tomorrow. I’m ditching the baby and I’m driving (being driven) out to the camp where currently resides my husband, and I’m going because I feel like there is a husband-shaped hole in my chest, even though he’s only been gone a night and a half so far, but I can’t breathe without
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I read a beautiful post on Sarah Bessey’s blog about what was saving her. She invited everyone to participate, and I am late to the party, because I always am what with one thing or another, but here I am at last, and I bear cake. What is saving me is this: wonderful blogs, and
There are days when I want to crawl into a corner and cry because of the atrocities that are committed daily, hourly, minutely in the name of ‘humanity’. This world is just so broken, and I am just so little. It’s frustrating, and heart-breaking, and soul-destroying if I allow myself to forget the starfish –
Every time I begin to despair about the futility of my efforts, the largeness of the task, the apparently insurmountable stupidity that stands between us and a better world… Every time, when I am tempted to give up, to feel like nothing I do could posibly matter, I am sent something that reminds me otherwise.
This is the farewell post from my writing blog, and sums up nicely some of the reasons why I’m here 🙂 It’s time. It’s been coming for at least the last 9 months, but the time is finally here: I’m done. I’m quitting writing. Please understand, this is not said with the slightest trace of
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There’s nothing I can do, and that’s exactly the problem. If I could, I’d do everything. I’d carry it for you, I’d fall in your place, I’d hold your hand and die with you. But there’s nothing I can do. sometimes, we have to stand on our own two feet. You can’t stand up? It’s
