We’ve been fooling ourselves for so long about love.
We expect love to be some magic remedy that cures all ills and leaves us glowing with satisfaction. 961 more words
Writing has always been my favourite waste of time. I had big, partially impractical dreams as a thirteen year old. My penultimate goal in life was to become a journalist, Barkha Dutt was a huge inspiration even though I seldom understood the big words or agendas thrown around in the debates she used to conduct. 1,123 more words
In the midst of curriculum writing at work this week, I came across the poem that gave this blog post its title, “Look Closer, See Me.” It was written by a woman who lived out her last years in a nursing home and she is so on the mark with regard to the near invisibility of older people and, I would add, people with disabilities. 634 more words