Christine Berry

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, Some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who… Continue reading →

Dear friends, When I was little, my dad used to write an annual Christmas letter. It would update everyone on what had been happening in our family that year, but it always had a fun, playful theme. People used to… Continue reading →

As long as I can get out into my garden, I am okay. On bad days, the breeze kisses my cheek and whispers: ssh, ssh. It’s alright. It’ll be alright. On good days, the sun wraps me in a warm… Continue reading →

“The thing about working with time, instead of against it, he thought, is that it is not wasted. Even pain counts.” – Ursula K Le Guin, The Dispossessed Having spent most of the summer stuck at home with long covid,… Continue reading →

On Sunday, the Met police claimed that violent clashes at Saturday’s Black Lives Matter protests had left 27 officers hurt, branding the protesters’ behaviour “shocking and completely unacceptable.” By Monday, a right-wing social media backlash had cowed the BBC into… Continue reading →

A few initial thoughts from me on yesterday’s covid-19 financial response package, how it measures up to what is needed, and how we might respond. All with the caveat that this situation is incredibly complex and fast-moving, I haven’t been… Continue reading →

Ever since Jeremy Corbyn became Labour leader, he has been described as “divisive” by those on the right of the party – who themselves were determined to ensure the party remained divided as long as he was in charge. But… Continue reading →

The battle for the narrative about Labour’s catastrophic defeat is already in full swing, and it is predictably proving to be a bloodbath. On both sides of Labour’s political divide, people are advancing explanations that conveniently confirm everything they already… Continue reading →

At home after the birth. Two months old. Mark’s mum is with us and we decide to get fish and chips for tea, since none of us have the wherewithal to cook. After a difficult birth I’m just about well… Continue reading →

I have to admit the controversy over the Gilette ad on toxic masculinity kind of passed me by, due to the whole having a newborn thing. In fact, I’ve only just now managed to actually watch it. But I was… Continue reading →