I have a room of my own. The smallest in the house. I can see the garden and the seasons changing in front of my window. Sometimes, all the seasons pass in a single day. There is one bookshelf full of books and pictures line the walls. These pictures have been carefully curated and hung … Continue reading A Room of One’s Own Revisited
Tag: Prose
Corona Clothing
It seems to me Corona Clothing is all the rage – though nobody currently calls it that. Rather, it is known as Working From Home clothes or What Day Is It clothes or We Don’t Have Enough clothes. Despite, or because of the pandemic, having the right kind of clothing is now, a matter of … Continue reading Corona Clothing
Coupled Conversations
when i look back it was that sunday in the pub when things really started to Change we had been out to lunch then stopped at our local for a sleepy afternoon pint it was unseasonably warm the pub was half-full Coronavirus she said authoritatively glancing at me for confirmation conversations with … Continue reading Coupled Conversations
One Wish
Dear Father Christmas, a.k.a. Santa, All I really want for Christmas is an end to: Global warming Environmental destruction Exploitative labour practices White supremacist capitalism Corporate digital surveillance Mass incarceration Domestic violence Genocide Patriarchy Poverty Classism Racism Sexism Sectarianism Ageism Ableism Homophobia Transphobia Xenophobia As all of these issues are clearly beyond your power … Continue reading One Wish
One
A year ago today I started this blog. I had no idea what I was doing or indeed what this blog would be about. I started in prose and wrote about Esther’s challenges and (small) triumphs working within higher education in the UK. These accounts are largely autobiographical, with nods to anonymity through pseudonyms of … Continue reading One
Barefoot Sociologist 