basilisk [bas-uh-lisk, baz-] In European bestiaries and legends, a basilisk (/ˈbæsɪlɪsk/ or /ˈbæzɪlɪsk/, from the Greek βασιλίσκος basilískos, "little king"; Latin regulus) is a legendary reptile reputed to be a serpent king: a hybrid of a rooster and a serpent, who can cause death with a single glance. 🐍 🐍 🐍 🐍 🐍 Just seconds … Continue reading You Should Smile More
“Mum, ah want a Cheesestring.” “Eh, wit’s the magic word?” Chantelle barks at her daughter. Chloe looks at her mum with the kind of disdain only a hungry, petulant pre-teen can muster and says: “Please?” “Aye. Disnae matter anyway, we cannae afford cheese noo. Ye know that. We’ve no hud cheese in months.” “Why’d ye … Continue reading Brexit Means…
A woman’s history is an ever-growing tree of countless leaves and branches. Its interlacing roots snake and stretch through the tender soil of firsts: first loves, first hopes, first failures, first heartbreaks. We exchange accounts of these firsts and the seconds and thirds that follow with the women around us — mothers, sisters, friends, aunts, … Continue reading A Woman’s History
Just like any other of my kind, I carry things inside me that you would be astonished by. Things that would disgust you, things that would perplex you, things that would amaze you. And — just like any other of my kind — I also carry things that will comfort you. These are the pieces you reach for when you are lonely or otherwise lacking, desperately digging through me until you find what you are searching for.