We shouldn’t have to be having this conversation in 2019. Continue reading A Letter To The Lady On The Bus (and any other woman who has been asked to justify not having children)
We’re not doing it to make your life difficult. Continue reading An Open Letter To Those Who Feel The Need To Shame Fussy Eaters
Shakespeare wrote over 154 sonnets. I’ve just written my first sonnet and I’m feeling no need to write another one ever again. A sonnet is a poem, more often than not romantically themed, which is exactly 14 lines long. Each of these 14 lines has exactly 10 syllables, and works to an ‘abab cdcd efef gg’ rhythm. Basically, if you never paid attention in your english classes, it means that every other line rhymes except for the last two as sonnets are finished off with a rhyming couplet. So maybe it’s because I don’t like rhyme, maybe it’s because apparently I really like … Continue reading 140 Syllables Later…
So this would be part two of my last blog, where I’m writing letters to myself. This time I’m writing to the me of 2022. Dear Kirsty, Wow, this is hard. You’re 32 now I guess…that sounds so old. I mean, I know it’s not, but it really sounds like it. I don’t even know what to say. Are you even reading this? Are you even still alive? Did the world end? So how are you? Do you remember what it feels like just now, in November 2012? Let me remind you. It’s not good just now, things aren’t … Continue reading Ghosts Of Kursteh Yet To Come.
Okay, so I saw this WordPress Challenge where in 2 separate blog posts you write 2 letters- one to your past self, and one to your future self, both from your current self- and I thought, ‘why not?’ So I’m afraid you’re away to be subject to at least two more blog posts, whether you like it or not. Now, the one to your past self, I believe, was meant to be one letter to who you were 10 years ago, but I’ve decided instead to write a series of shorter letters to various past Kirstys. Dear 3 Year Old Kirsty, … Continue reading Ghosts Of Kursteh Past.