OK so I’ve been sent home from hospital for another few days… time to blog about something else for the time being… Continue reading
Of Turks, police and Ira Losco!
Author: Mia
Getting my life back
Here it is – D-Day has truly arrived. In less than 9 hours I’ll be checking in to hospital starting the journey that will, eventually, separate my colon from me for good.
Oh Syria, wherefore are thou?
One family – the human family
Of Moon Face and being called Fat
I never thought I’d be writing this post, but I came across this story today and it set off an avalanche of memories in me, deep rooted feelings that I realise will always be there even though I’m now comfortable in my own skin. Continue reading
From a village, to the world, and back to a village
And so it has happened again…. Iraq first, now Pakistan…
Do we need any more proof that terrorism knows no barriers, no boundaries, no gps coordinates? It selects no gender, no age, no race, no sexual orientation – it kills humans. H U M A N S. Continue reading
Good Friday… is it?
So as I woke up this morning, feeling like an 80 year old who can’t move due to the extreme joint pain I’m currently experiencing, I came across this post from UNHCR. Once again, it brought tears to my eyes. It made me furious that we are still here, years on, impotent as the once-great Syria is destroyed, as millions of Syrians, men, women and children, are forced to abandon their homes, betrayed by the world at large. Not only have they lost everything, but as they flee from their war-ravaged country in search of safe haven, they are set upon, blamed for everything wrong with the world. And people ask – when will this stop? Continue reading
She
It’s been a while since I’ve blogged here, mostly due to my condition which has left me with very little energy and time to do anything much. More on that later.
But today, today I couldn’t let the day pass by without posting this. Today would have been the 75th birthday of a very, very special woman who entered my life rather late (I was 31 when I met her) but who firmly became one of my most ardent supporters, always there, with a quiet presence, but a rock solid one, firm in her convictions, but without judgement, willing to do whatever it took to be the very best person she could be. Continue reading
Enough with the rhetoric
Once again, the Mediterranean has claimed the lives of 700, yes SEVEN HUNDRED, immigrants as they attempted to reach Europe with dreams of a better chance for their future. Continue reading
whatever Mia thinks 