I was dreading yesterday. Yesterday was my mother’s birthday. I knew that I had to converse with my mother on the phone at some stage yesterday, to back up the birthday card that my 100 mile distance allowed me to send by post without any other interaction between us. 1,388 more words
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Reminiscences: The real lives of Irish Travellers
Summer of 2012 and I’m travelling in Ireland.
One night in a bar, and I’ve now come to learn that many of the best tales start one night in an Irish bar, I’m nursing a pint of Guinness and listening to Shannon, my old pal from London. 1,204 more words
Hand away your White privilege and your job and harass the White members of your family to do the same
That term “White privilege” cost one literary agent her job and my complaint appears to have knocked out another. Not every White person is or feels privileged, many have troubles but White elitists love to kick other Whites into the gutter and homeless shelter. 347 more words