Moving On
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Moving On

My parents are moving. They’re packing up their great big family home and downsizing. This isn’t a ‘should we? maybe? some day’ kinda decision. It’s actually happening. The home that has housed my parents, four siblings, tenants over the years, a number of guests from foreign countries and not to mention the years one of … Continue reading

Perfect.
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Perfect.

Jenny sits at a table. Her shoulders back, her neck high, her posture Perfect. Shiny blond hair pulled back into a tight sleek ponytail; no room for a single strand to go astray. Hint of blue eye-shadow to match her blue school tie. Uniform as unspoiled as the day it was bought. She sits still and looks … Continue reading

That’s MY childhood!
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That’s MY childhood!

‘We have only one weapon in our struggle against mental illness: the emotional discovery of the truth about the unique history of our childhoods.’ (Alice Miller) These lines really stood out to me as I started to read  The Drama of Being a Child. Two reasons I suppose, firstly I work with mentally ill children and secondly the … Continue reading

Friday Magic in the Story I dare to write…
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Friday Magic in the Story I dare to write…

And there she was. Born. Not into the arms of Love and Happiness but Anger and Disappointment. A Girl. A burden. Worthless, dowry, no status. The Girl cried already confused. She had left the warm, safe place and had been  pushed forcibly  and painfully out into an open world of cold chaos. The mother lay … Continue reading

Sold.
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Sold.

My daughter, you look exquisite adorned in red I’m dripping in the murder of Me We’ve bought you the most expensive gold necklace It chokes me, burns into my skin. I am on display. I am sold. Look, the henna decorated onto your hands. So pretty – the perfect shade of red. This blood it … Continue reading

In Praise of the Mundane
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In Praise of the Mundane

I was sitting with my sisters the other day and we had fallen into one of our very usual conversations about ‘threading’. As women of Asian descent it’s something we can feel very passionate and opinionated about. And as we discussed beauticians ruining the shape of eyebrows through quite frankly a lack of feeling, I looked around the room. This conversation … Continue reading