Day 32: Mea Culpa

I will keep this short because, if you have been following these, you will know I've been up-the-walls busy simply by the fact you haven't heard from me. I just want to apologise. My last piece was ambiguous and therefore truly hurtful to some family members. I wrote what I thought was a dry caricature… Continue reading Day 32: Mea Culpa

Day 13: Of course Monday the 13th is a frigging shit show.

Here's the thing about bad moods. While I can understand them objectively and am a firm believer in their importance and solidity in the vast landscape of our feelings, I am just not very good at them. As much as I try to accept I'm having a bad day, as much as I call it… Continue reading Day 13: Of course Monday the 13th is a frigging shit show.

Day 9: Putting on mascara now constitutes a task on my to-do list

I always imagined that if I was cast away on a desert island, I would relish being away from the misogynistic undertones of mascara. Coveting a voluminous fan of long eyelashes - while a functional and beneficial accessory on a windswept and sandy isle - I know is a latent hangover from patriarchy of the… Continue reading Day 9: Putting on mascara now constitutes a task on my to-do list