Growing up in the same household, exactly two years and one day apart in age, the thing we shared most, my sister and I, was the bathroom. More different we could not have been. While I would be chatting to Anna in the kitchen as she prepared supper, having done my homework next door at the… Continue reading On the sisterhood and our traveling pants
Something just hasn’t been sitting properly with me since reading my Disco Pants blogger friend (link below) whose passionate opinion and brave heart I value, along with our Chardonnay lunch, but I haven’t been able to nail it …until now. Because I feel that that it goes way beyond a mere beating up of ourselves… Continue reading On the Disco Pants Blog and Racism. Prejudices generally.