We were promised fairytale lives, we’re more than making do with this instability instead – one that we had no hand in creating.
A poem about that typical family gathering – when the men relax and the women toil.
New research shows children's images of scientists are all too often male.
When a random man started to lecture me about how to dress, a stranger's kindness offered me the support and community I never even realised I needed – women.
There is no harm to speak with all the hurt, the brokeness, the lisps, the slips, because that is how I learn this language, that is how I make it …
It runs through my heart, sings in my ears and loves me with its gentle touch.