The “Do They Treat You Well?” Play
Kim’s Convenience asks, “Do they treat you well?”. I wish someone had thought to ask me that. The question has affection and no saviour complex.
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Raining Me
It’s raining wounds.
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Being My Age Is A Feminist Act
I’m often told I don’t look my age. What is complimentary about that?
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Lesson
Who are you after what you have learnt? Who is your real teacher and what is the lesson?
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A Year Of Lonely Love & Communal Grief
For JD It’s coming on an year since our last conversation. A week when we were negotiating our definitions of intimacy, proximity, boundaries & identity. Sadly, I don’t even have the records of that any more. My phone crashed abruptly, last month. This is the same phone that you helped…
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Magical & Miraculous
What makes a moment miraculous? Is it mystery?
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The Compassion Chemical
I have been thinking about compassion. I find there’s no room for it in the stories we embrace to guide our lives. It is this that makes me feel I’m overflowing out of my body, spaces & life. What I have in me is labelled & pre-valued for tangible effects….
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Road To The Rainbow
Written for an Alphabet Sambar prompt: RAINBOW
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Smiling At Sad
Can we approach being sad with a smile? How different would it look then?
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A Door Called Discomfort
Some days are recuperation. Some days are comfort. And some days are sitting with discomfort because that’s the name on the door behind which we stuff pain. Maybe it’s because I am facing head-on, things that trigger me and trying to learn new responses in doing so. Maybe it’s another…
