I am a woman. Some are allured, and some are intimidated. Sometimes I must sit through meeting listening to foreigners mansplain what I am capable of analysing. Other times I must console my father and mother that this is not history repeating itself but rather a life that needs to be lived. I explain and… Continue reading First, a woman.
of trying and of age.
‘They don’t read like we read. They don’t sleep like we sleep. They don’t walk like we walk. They don’t smile like we smile.’