The essence of happiness for me is to be part of a tribe. It is natural for us to seek friendship and a sense of acceptance and inclusion, but if we are unable to find it, a huge void appears. Our lack of a tribe is like an insatiable black hole which sucks sadness into it, threatening to drown us in its depths.Continue reading “Do Women Need to Join A Tribe?”
I have two teenage daughters. I try to see the world through their eyes, and it has made me a bit cranky.Continue reading “I Am Beautiful Because I Am Me”
If my hair looks great, I feel great. My favourite look is shiny black and dead straight, although it took me years to appreciate this style. Continue reading “Toxic Beauty in a Plastic Bottle”
We appear to live in an age of unprecedented personal freedom. We can express who we are, whatever our identity. Continue reading “I’m a weirdo – I don’t bag my bananas”
When I became aware of my own excessive plastic usage, I felt completely alone. I knew nothing about environmental issues, nor did I know any activists. Once I decided to start sharing my thoughts publicly, I fully expected to receive hate from self-entitled consumers who would fight for their right to plastic packaging. It took me by surprise though when the harshest attacks came from people who claimed to care about the environment. Continue reading “What, You’re Not a Vegan?!”
To meet the world on its own terms and respect the reality of another as an expression of that world as fundamental and inalienable as your own reality is an art immensely rewarding yet immensely difficult — especially in an era when we have ceased to meet one another as whole persons and instead, collide as fragments. Maria Popova, Brain Pickings Continue reading “Is Your Mind Bendy?”
Today, I intended to edit Part Two of my memoir Is This Me? However, I slipped sideways and found myself writing a blog post instead. Maybe because I can’t bear to read my story again. Continue reading “Mental Health Day”
What do you think of when you see a tattoo? Is it a sign of rebellion? A symbol of inclusion? A memory? A tribute to a loved one? An expression of creativity or an eff you to the world?