Rikki wore herself, her other self, with aplomb. Hers was an expression of polite detachment and of slight boredom with it all. And cloaked in this dignified isolation, rather than give rise to pity or protection, it drew others to her with its charismatic secret quality. She had learned quickly, back in her dark days, …
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Blonde Roots by Bernardine Evaristo
Turn history on its head? Now there's a sobering eye opening potentially game changing exercise for all! And it's exactly what Bernardine Evaristo has done in her novel Blonde Roots. What would history look like if the perpetrator became victim, the violent meek, the abuser abusee, the hostile peace loving....? All the hate would shift …
The Intruder
Photo by Plato Terentev on Pexels.com Mine is a crusade to understand this brokenness, with a solid probability that I never will. Like Durga, who is both protector and destroyer, you and I stroll along soft even ground at times only to dangle off steep mountain craigs at others. Just as the sun can be …
The Big Sleep
He is abandoned asleep on the sofa. His breathing is light and even. How peaceful he looks, childlike and vulnerable, cocooned in his private inner space, where the outside world cannot touch him. When I see him like that, I imagine how his mother must have looked at him whilst a baby cradled in her …
Manu writes 