Vulnerability is my superpower

Day One: Lately, I find myself gravitating towards the music of women, books written by women, the poetry of women, women-centred films, information about and by women. I find my world become calmer. Stronger. More inspired. Hope flowers.   Day Two: Do you remember reading that thing saying, “Do one thing every day that scares […]

Book Review: The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton (spoiler alert)

The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton My rating: 3 of 5 stars “Every woman is the architect of her own fortune.” – says the miniaturist in a mysterious note. How true. For I designed myself to read this book, take it into my home and heart, only to feel utterly let down. Jessie Burton’s The Miniaturist […]

Proof

    The crevice of my ear still carries the hint of your breath, shoulders bear the weight of bruising Your grip is stencilled into flesh, yet fingertips trace a trajectory of the spine with unbearable lightness A forensic nightmare, my body the whistle-blower of surrendered intimacies and forbidden trespasses The feral scent of our […]

A letter to you, from 15 years ago

Dear S, I was waiting for your call all last night and while we were at dinner. Adrian refused to enter into a discussion with me about anything. See, she claims each time we start a conversation my blasted mobile goes off and the ringing drives her crazy. So I told her to please, please make […]

How can you not return?

  Isn’t it just the truth that the places you ought to stay away from are the places you have loved the best? Ancient ruins, abandoned forts, haunted houses, and people. Some places you simply must not return to. Yet, return you do. It’s an itch you need to scratch. A boil that beseeches a […]

#WhenIWas 41, I realised I’d been molested as a child

At what length of the skirt will she be "asking for it" pic.twitter.com/gbiA7cW77y — Tyrantasorus (@tyrantasorus) April 20, 2016   Yesterday on Twitter, a handle called @EverydaySexism created a hashtag: ‪#‎wheniwas‬ which soon began trending and flooded Twitter with responses. The hashtag offered women a platform to speak openly and share their experiences of sexual harassment, molest, […]

It will always be the little things

  It’s been two weeks. She’s not coming back. You’re not sure if that thought is going to pass quietly like a widow crossing herself silently in a church. Or if you’re going to wet your keyboard trying not to cry and failing pathetically. It will never be the big things that hurt you the most. […]