I’ve been unwell with a raging cold/flu for the past week. Nonexistent nose, compressed chest, wracking coughs, and an abdomen that felt like a truck had run over it due to the afore-mentioned cough. So as you can imagine, the prospect of attending my kid’s open day at school was daunting, to say the least.
Sitting down to write this post, I wasn’t quite sure where to begin.
Should I address the incredulity that I, and it seems a big part of the world, am feeling? Should I focus on what such a person in power could mean for our future? How about what this says about our acceptance of women in high positions? Perhaps, in the wise words of Julie Andrews a.k.a. Maria von Trapp, the very beginning would be best. Continue reading
Today I came across a meme on social media that, for once, made me think long and hard. Here it is:
My first real love was archaeology.
I guess, that’s not surprising seeing I grew up in a country which boasts the oldest free-standing prehistoric monuments in the world, with a history buff for a mother.
So Spazju Kreattiv are screening the documentary The Space in Between: Marina Abramović and Brazil.
It’s touted to be a journey of self-discovery for the controversial Serbian artist as she travels through Brazil in search of personal healing, artistic inspiration and an experience of sacred rituals to reveal her creative process.
Now, I have never been a fan of Abramović’s personally. Continue reading
(Warning: long read. An edited version of this post first appeared in Times of Malta here.)
Travelling down a narrow, dusty road lined by the typical yellowing globigerina limestone, seemingly arriving at the very end of Gozo to meet an American writer, was an incongruent experience.
The new challenge in my life is upon me – living with a stoma and ostomy bag.
For those of you who don’t know what that means, I have a chronic condition, Ulcerative Colitis, which has required me to have my diseased colon removed. Continue reading
Today, as I was listening to Italian radio (something I love to do to escape the anglicised world we live in), the programme hosts were commenting on a survey that was recently carried out to see what ‘firsts’ people most remembered.
Of course, there were the standard ones, such as the first time we fall in love, the first kiss, the first time we have sex. Continue reading
Today being Father’s Day, my thoughts were flooded by what being a father truly means – to the fathers themselves, to their children, to their wives. And even more so, this was brought home most clearly as the difference between absent and present fathers is something I live on a daily basis.
So today, I came across this article in our local media about parents lobbying to get home-schooling accepted in Malta as a valid educational choice.
While I am not personally against home schooling and am sure that it has many benefits too, painting it as a ‘saving grace’, as the article seems to point out these parents are doing, is taking matters too far, surely.
It may be a valid option, but is there the need to vilify other educative methods? Continue reading