The below scenario is based on the family of a boy at a Church of England school in the UK, removing him from school after a classmate returned to school one day dressed in girls clothes (of course, this isn’t the full and true story of a transgendered child, but I am using their words and the words of a number of media outlets I have read in the last 24hrs)
I struggle often. I think everyone does, it is human. But often I am made to feel that I am just weak and making excuses and you know what, sometimes, maybe I am. But most often I am not, I push beyond what is my limit on a daily basis and yes my limit is perhaps…… Continue reading On Professionalism and Portugal
I was never much of a coffee drinker…. I am turning into my grandma.
Recently, I have been unabashedly declaring That “ I am a writer that hates to write”, it’s too much work, I wanna float around.
Woe is talented little entitled me.
What is there left that hasn’t been said before, what of our struggles are somehow different than they were 100 years ago?
Yes we may be allowed to vote, but that certainly doesn’t mean we are being represented.
To all my sisters around the world
I dread the turning of every month, I dread feeling that little stab my fallopian tubes give me to signal “Your eggo can get preggo.”
My ‘period incoming’ bell begins to ring and I rush to complete any tasks both professional and social I may have outstanding in the next ten days.