I could stop breathing, right now.
It seems quite easy, just a matter of willingness,
a bit of power and rehearsal,
a no wind of change that could change me forever. 87 more words
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My challenge for the year ahead is to read my height in books. Easy, some might say. No-one has ever accused me of being tall so there’s no excuses, particularly as the pile of books – currently reaching just above my ankle – is deposited right outside my office at school, ready to invite a comment from the too-cool-for-school characters in Year 6. 640 more words
Recently, a male friend of mine told me that men are now afraid to speak to women as a result of the #MeToo movement. I looked at him funny and asked, “Really?” He nodded vigorously and said, “Oh yeah, you never know when a woman is going to accuse you of something when all you were trying to do is tell them they look nice today.” Shocked and sad, I cocked and eyebrow, nodded, and walked away. 740 more words