Exploring the history behind the French use of chicory as a coffee substitute and additive, and looking forward to its role in the future of sustainable coffee production.
Exploring the history behind the French use of chicory as a coffee substitute and additive, and looking forward to its role in the future of sustainable coffee production.
An exploration of how writing through and beyond our motherhood experiences can liberate us from the constraints of motherhood as institution…
Refugee/immigrant/expat… on the search for ‘home’ as a family.
A personal reflection on the traditional Sri Lankan teething ceremony and the power of food to both unite people and maintain cultural traditions and practices.
How one small but nurturing ritual kept a family connected despite struggles with paternal post natal depression and breastfeeding.
An essay examining the experiences of Amsterdam’s undocumented migrants and what it means to be denied belonging and safety through the Covid-19 pandemic.
Suddenly, in the eyes of the law Trenton was stripped of his white, male privileges and viewed as “other”. The government honed in on the things that made him different and used them as a means of exorcising him from British society. He had been eligible for British citizenship for over seven years, but this fact became obsolete as the authorities became focused on his removal.
An article on extended breastfeeding (breastfeeding beyond the age of two) published in Motherscope magazine.
Article developed from an earlier blog post.
A poem on a mother’s scars as seen through the eyes of her child. Published in Womanly Magazine.
An article unearthing the secret traditions of Britain’s native truffle hunters.
I never imagined our breastfeeding journey would last so long. Yet here we are more than two years later…
After an unsuccessful and traumatic attempt to wean, I’ve slowly been growing more comfortable with the uncertainty of not knowing when our breastfeeding journey will end.
“My mind became the home of an imposter who opened the doors to unwelcome sentiments: anxiety, fear, loss and shame came flooding in. Meanwhile, the once defined boundaries of my body faded until it was unclear where I ended and my son began, leaving him tethered to me despite our umbilical cord having been severed. I existed solely for him.”
