Said Multiple Times to an American Immigrant in the United Kingdom When I first moved to Britain, mistakenly thinking I was invited, welcomed, and about to slot immediately into a lucrative position that carried respect, spoke to my skills, and was at least similar to anything I might have been…

‘Nobody asked’ (thanks Arvin)… but! — I read this essay by Lakitha Tolbert which was apparently prompted by Roz Warren on Medium.com. The post listed ten questions that nobody asked and she decided to answer. Now, I am not sure if these were the same questions that Roz had answered but I am sort of going…

My husband’s mother is living in her home where she wants to be. She says, in so many words, that she is playing a waiting game. She’s waiting out her body, her mind, and our covered mouths worry. We can do nothing but watch closely and keep the carers in…

My Mother-in-Law, one of my favorite people, was in “respite care” for approximately five weeks. This was a much shorter period than I thought was necessary. I have some expertise in this area. I was a social worker for a good many years. After spending several weeks in hospital recovering…

I haven’t written for a while. I’ve been thinking about things and involving myself (rather thanklessly) in the care of my elderly Mother-in-Law. She’s now in respite, less than a ten-minute walk from the front door of our house. It’s very convenient for her oldest son, my husband…

It still stinks to be so sick I don’t want anyone to think that this bloody thing is over, past its time, or really ‘retro’. We are in the midst of it. COVID has us by the throat and that throat is really pretty sore. My husband and I have…

Should a Decision Made at Fifteen Years Old Mean That Shamima Begum Should Remain Stateless Forever? Stripping Shamima Begum of citizenship teaches us, yet again, that even when People of Colour are born and bred in Britain, they are still seen as aliens within the nation, write Azeezat…

I have very long hair. It’s waist-length or better in some scraggly places. No split ends though. But it’s not straight across the bottom like ‘well-groomed’ hair. It’s its own entity and I like it that way. “Wouldn’t you like to let me trim it?” “No.” “Just a little, it…

The Aftermath Can Be Ugly I don’t know why I fell in love with David*. He was not particularly handsome, sexy, intelligent, or even interesting. He was convenient because we worked together and the company had a very nebulous finger-shake against fraternization. Their solution to discovering we were dating was…