When you treated my “No” like a negotiable currency You disrespected wombs which grew men. Our ancestors remember behaviour like yours...

A needle pierced your beautiful flesh scoring ink under your skin to commit your life to another woman.

I commend your dedication. I think you are right. But the messaging has gone astray. Really astray. This hostile aggression...

If there’s one thing I have learnt, it’s that it is far easier to decline help than to ask for it. Show up with food. Collect photographs...

I just had one of those penny-drop moments, where the brick wall I have been pushing against just turned to glass. I have not shattered it.

We tumble back towards another war, there are some things that we, people who oppose military intervention...

Facebook is awash with Tricolour faces I have to squint to see, which feels darkly emblematic right now. This morning my mind started...

Yes donating cash, time and resources may help the immediacy, but how can we prevent this being a repeating story? There are three...

In a week filled with hate and horror, fear and anger and finger pointing, it is essential that each of us, and I’m talking specifically...

If you can recognise and admit that and how the systems which benefit few are very much part of the problem, you can go about becoming a par

An idea for punishment befitting the crime of taking another life: the perpetrator should have to spend as long as it takes, listening to...

I feel like I am stealing from another woman in need. And why is that? Because I know there is just not enough for all...

“Did you get any nice presents?” I asked. “My cousin made me a bracelet” she said, pointing to jumble of loom bands proudly adorning her...

For the next time around. Welcome Autumn. I am ready for you now.

The looting in the Ferguson suits the media and the police just fine. It changes the narrative from the devastated community to the wild..

Don’t go on a demonstration against conflict and then come and bitch to me about how much you hate that bloke at work.

Happiness is not something to pursue, it’s something to be, to listen to and to act upon.

It was a beautiful morning, the day you weren’t born.

She got into a fight this morning She does most mornings. Her belly says it’s hungry and she tries to devise a new way to stifle the noise

They’re just words, right? No one really means any harm. They’re just words. Only words can be powerful and they create strong images.