By: Susan Browning
There’s a dialogue in my mind, a culmination of words I’ve heard over the years said about me, spoken to me and the conversation I have with myself. The minor declarations in the hurt of a moment when repeated create the pathway to edify our inability and lack of self worth.
By: Sheridan Voysey
Sometimes I’m surprised at what I get nostalgic about. Recently I was reminiscing about the way in-flight entertainment used to be done on planes.
By: Akos Balogh
Have you ever felt others were better than you? That they were more accomplished, better looking? Did this ever pressure you to be a better ‘you’?
By: Laura Bennett
What makes you, you? Is your significance tied up in your profession, your online following, or your family background? What happens when those things come undone?
By: Sam Chan
The movie Babe (1995) will soon turn 25. I can’t believe it’s gone so quickly. What a story. Babe is a pig. But Babe wants to be a sheepdog. And who are we to stop him?
By: Susan Browning
So I did this clean out of our garage and stumbled across a familiar storage box. Filled to the brim with books. Not ordinary books though, the kind overflowing the ink of heart ache spilt onto the pages. The kind where identity leaks out, is refined and then found. The kind where strengthening joy seeds are sown in the secret place. It was a box of all my journals right back to the very first one.
By: Susan Sohn
Are broken women the new black? Have the tables finally turned on the demands of perfectionism for women? After all, isn’t perfectionism the thin veil we hide behind that keeps us safe from people seeing the real us?
By: Sabrina Peters
Have you ever found yourself dissatisfied with your own life after looking at the person’s next to you?
By: Sheridan Voysey
A troubled home life. Feelings of insecurity. A longing for love. Self-hatred. For Malcolm Duncan these feelings developed into a destructive morning mantra he would repeat in the mirror throughout his earliest years. Then one night he had a powerful experience… at a rock concert of all places… that changed everything.
By: Yvette Cherry
The woman had told several lies about me. Rumours circulated and the hurt grew. I was not who she claimed I was, but she was angry and hurting and it was easiest to blame me.