It’s been two weeks since the latest horrific killing of a black man, George Floyd, in Minneapolis by a white police officer. It has upended the world, prompted global protests and started many of us white folk on a long overdue journey in to understanding racism and awakening from what Layla F. Saad describes as ‘the comfortable slumber of white privilege’. It’s of course not an overnight job – and I at least wanted to take the last week to mute my voice online, listen to the black community and spend time reading, watching, researching, and talking to as many people as I could about the matter.View Post
I’ve been cutting my own fringe for yonks (cheaper, easier, you’re in control and more fun 😜) so here’s all my top tips in one 5 min video – grab a cuppa and your sharpest pair of scissors*, have a watch and go for it. Good luck and let me know how you get on !
*a comb helps too, but I couldn’t find mine anywhere so 🤷🏻♀️
The other night, as I was tucking Sonny into bed just after we’d read about teeth (adults have 32 of the things, apparently!) in one of our favourite books, ‘How Will I Grow?‘, and the difference between baby ones and grown up ones, and Sonny had launched in to an anecdote about why baby ones are “cooler” (how a 3 year old knows the word “cool” is totally beyond me) than “grown up” ones and how he’s convinced that he’s lost a tooth (he definitely hasn’t), I was instinctively triggered to ask him one of my all time favourite questions, and it goes like this:View Post
For nearly 7 years, my husband and I lived a pretty stereotypical, full on East London life. We worked hard during the day, went out for dinner on weekends (best. vegan. noodles. ever), spent far too many Saturdays in Victoria Park (head to the back left for the quiet part), caffeinated in Hackney coffee shops and mooched around markets.View Post
So, a weird thing has been happening lately, and it’s proving to be pretty powerful. I’ve started telling my kids the truth.View Post