Yes All Women (part 2)
Unsurprisingly, the stories keep coming. Of course they do. We all have one.
Unsurprisingly, the stories keep coming. Of course they do. We all have one.
I can’t share my stories, for many reasons. My stories are stories I cannot face, because the terror and the shame has not faded. My stories are stories that echo in the women around me.
Yesterday the Sunday Star Times picked up on a subject I’ve been banging on about for ages – the old “You don’t look sick” comment.
It’s quite something that the only way I can get proper support from a government department is to publicly shame them every time they do something wrong.
I have a whole bunch of crazy talented friends. Let’s show you what they can do.
I have a lot of questions. I have a lot of self-doubt. I have a lot of ideas and nowhere to really go with them. So, you know – I’m Continue Reading →
I’ve written about what it’s like being sick. And I’ve written about what it’s like being something of a public figure. But I wanted to talk about being “publicly sick.”
I’ve been reading about neural pathways. My understanding of neuroscience is pretty limited, but from what I can gather, our brains like to take the easiest route.
‘A female writer cannot afford to feel her life too clearly. If she does, she will write in a rage when she should write calmly.’
A few people have asked me recently why I love Bob’s Burgers. So I thought I’d write about it.