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I never saw myself as a cutter

Here’s the thing, I never saw myself as a cutter. There was a laceration here, a finger bitten way too hard there, wrists that were wrung until they were blood red, scratch marks down my arms on the rare moments that my nails grew long enough, it was never visible enough for others to see, and I always made sure to hide it well....

Appreciating My Own Debbie and Carrie: To My Mother and My Sister

I have just watched the trailer for Bright Lights, the HBO documentary about the relationship between Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher and I was overcome with emotion. Why? Both Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher have passed away recently, a day after each other, and I loved them both. But even more than that, Debbie, Carrie and Carrie’s daughter, Billie, have been a public example of the great bond that can exist between mothers and daughters and it made me reflect on my own relationship with my mother and my sister. I group them together because of the large age gap between my sister and I, it has warped what would...

The Trump Card – “Trump didn’t win because of why you think”

Today’s news filled me with despair – as a citizen of the world, as a woman, as a person of colour, as a human. Even though the results of the American election has a drumroll effect on the rest of the world, and tells us a lot about about the general mindset of a large portion of population, I cannot even begin to fathom how an American might feel, especially one that feels now more than ever, that they are experiences are worth nothing in a country that claims to be great. I had a lot of election conversations today to try and understand why a forward thinking country like...

Bridget Jones, Anne Elliot and the Allure of the Older Singleton

I recently finished reading Persuasion by Jane Austen, and even though I have read all but one of Jane Austen’s books (Mansfield Park you elude me yet) I have found some easier to read than others, with Persuasion definitely being the easiest by far. Perhaps it is because it is the shortest of her novels, or because she spends less time teaching us about the class values of the day and more on the actual interaction between the characters but I enjoyed this book from beginning to end. I wondered if it was at the point of my life that I am in that this book resonated with me so...

“I’m not a writer”

‘I’m not a writer’ I say this often, and I know it sounds extremely insufferable but I don’t identify as a writer. I write, yes, my job requires me to be constantly writing, my hobbies are free time are mostly comprised of me writing. But in much the same way that I don’t describe myself as an eater or sleeper, I don’t call myself a writer. I am a content producer, journalist, blogger, letter writer etc, but I’m no writer. Which is not to say that I don’t believe that others can be writers, I read so much great work everyday that I’m mutter myself, “now that’s a writer”. I...