Sally Fraser has moved to http://www.sallyfraser.net. New post from the Paris climate protests here http://sallyfraser.net/2015/12/14/12-12-15-red-lines/
on harvest…
My mum is reading our copy of New Internationalist. She is all fired up. She says she didn’t know there were so many things going on that she didn’t know about. Then she is excited because she reads about the Paris climate summit, and realsies that is why I have asked her to babysit for […]
on love magic
Once upon a time, in a far-away, far-away kingdom, in a magical garden hidden away in the corner of an enchanted forest, lived a fairy princess.
on health and safety…
I had a sublime moment the other day at gaelic playgroup. I may be the first person to have ever said that. I was staring at the Tupperware containers which hold the Grown-Up Snacks, as someone carefully filled a giant pot of what would be my first proper coffee in days, when I spotted some choco-liebniz […]
the political is personal…
Prologue Me: I’ve decided I’m going to get a tattoo, do you have any preferences as to where I should get it? Husband: your bottom, I suppose. Me: oh ok. I was sort of thinking I might like to show it to people. Husband: what’s it going to be a tattoo of? Me: it’s going […]
in which i explore my views on Easter from the starting point of an unfortunate incident with a gaelic folk musician
He said I was manipulative and unchristian. I wanted to sing his songs and have his babies. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if he had taken me up on it
deep in my heart, I do believe…
All week I have been failing to write about international women’s day. I had it all planned out, I had a busy weekend so I was going to use the ‘scheduled’ button on wordpress, finish something by Friday and get it to post itself today. But for various reasons I have managed to piss the […]
Boarding schools: not the answer
“I hope I never get used to the kind of artfully suppressed pain he faintly displayed as he told me of how he had had to leave home at eight because his family would not have been able to manage; that spooked, haunted look you catch right at the back of the eyes of so many ex-boarders which seems to simultaneously say ‘please give me a cuddle’ and ‘please don’t ever give me a cuddle'”
tonight…Josephine
I remember when we thought of the name. I had been in the throes of some sort of huge anxiety or other, a while before we were married. I was lying quietly in bed, trying to pray or sleep or rest or something when the thought entered my head: Josephine would be a nice name […]
resolutary…
in which I self edit my own list of new years resolutions.
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