I’ve been struggling to write about politics since Trump’s election win. Partly, this is just because my health hasn’t been so great this winter, but it’s also because anything I might have to say feels somehow inadequate to the moment… Continue reading →
Grace Petrie’s stand up comedy show about butch identity and transphobia, Butch Ado About Nothing, has just become available to stream on Next Up Comedy. I wrote these reflections after going to see the show in September 2023. The theatre… Continue reading →
Christine Berry · Shadows I first came across Mary Oliver’s ‘Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness’ in the wake of my mother’s death. My wonderful friend Emily had given me the collection ‘A Thousand Mornings’ as a birthday… Continue reading →
Today, I stop. I lie in bed and listen to the gentle swish of traffic going past. I soak up the feeling of my heavy, aching limbs, like a blessing, like a sacrament. I sack off my meditation class, deciding… Continue reading →
You could be forgiven for having missed it, but in between fielding questions about free glasses and banning outdoor smoking areas, Labour has recently announced a three month review of the pension system with a view to boosting UK investment… Continue reading →
Yesterday I learned, courtesy of the new David Attenborough series “Seven Worlds, One Planet”, that India used to be an island, and that the Himalayas were formed when it slow-motion-crashed into the rest of Asia. That India is still moving… Continue reading →
Last week I learned from the Guardian that John Woodcock, the man tasked by the government with making recommendations on dealing with “disruptive protest”, has lobbying links with various arms and oil companies – including firms who have been directly… Continue reading →
Last Thursday was National Poetry Day, which inspired me to record a reading of Mary Oliver’s poem “I Worried” and put it up on my sadly neglected Soundcloud. I enjoyed doing it. In fact, I’m tempted to make a habit… Continue reading →
The 25th July marked exactly one year since I first got covid – which I think also makes it the point where I officially became disabled. I have a lot of mixed feelings about this milestone, so I thought I’d… 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 →
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