I keep meaning to do a weekly Bits’n’Blogs post, and never getting round to it. And then I saw that the wonderful Leigh Kramer does a monthly ‘what I’m into’ post, and I thought that was a fab idea! So I’m linking up with her, and do take a while to look round her blog- […]
Things I have learnt from #femfest
I’ve loved taking part in feminisms fest this week, and have really appreciated thinking this issue through with others. There have been some great posts all linked up in the sites below, so do check them out: JR Goudeau – feminisms and me (stories of feminism) From two to one – why does feminism […]
How I became a feminist
“Let me read to you from today’s paper,” she said, and though her voice was loud her hands shook slightly as she held out the newspaper. We were crammed in for assembly, cross-legged, feeling uncomfortably younger than our sixth-form status. “…yet another attack on Mo Mowlam’s appearance.” I vaguely knew who Mo Mowlam was. “…cancer. […]
The weight and the wait {guest post}
Leigh Kramer is one of those rare kindred spirits that you find on the internet who makes me glad for worldwide connections and computer scientists. She thinks and cares deeply, and she’s generous-hearted to the core. I love her words and I’m glad she’s here today. Here’s her story: The weight settled so gradually, […]
My flute: a love story
“I don’t know – maybe I should call my flute teacher, the one who teaches me,” said my flute teacher to my mother. “It could be that she’s taking a little longer to get the knack of the tone because she hasn’t got the right shaped mouth. Some people don’t.” I stood in my […]
Stomping back to the promised land {Ruth 1}
I am itching to dig a little into the Bible. I want to hear the whisper of God in the words and lives of Bible characters. Over the next few weeks I will be doing a series on the book of Ruth, to look again at the story breathed out by God and let it […]
whispered words in an emptier sky {guest post}
Guy Delcambre has a rare gift with words. His wife died suddenly in 2010, leaving him as single parent to their three children. He manages to squeeze out grace from grief and drops it onto the page. It is a privilege to have him share his story today: A long time ago in […]
The cupboard
(For American readers, larder = pantry). Mum christened our house ‘Kia Nyama’, which means ‘house of meat’ in Shona. Our friends assumed that ‘nyama’ was spelt ‘yummer’ and thought it most accurate. It was the house of food. On a sunny day (because childhood is perpetually sunny), we three kids would tumble in from the […]

