What now, Christine? You’ve told yourself you’re ugly, weird and unlikable. Unlovable, in fact. You’ve literally stood in front of your reflection, looked yourself in the eye, and said these words out loud. And not just once, oh no. Every morning for the past, what, 3 months? Cool. Sooo… where do we go from here? …
“Ooohhhh myyyy loveee, my darliiing, I’ve hungered… HUNGERREED!!!” I don’t know about you, but I can’t think of the word ‘clay’ without thinking about pottery, and I can’t think of pottery without thinking about that scene from Ghost (1990). (You know the one). I’ve never dabbled in pottery myself, but it seems like such a therapeutic …
The air is thick with the heat of this 31°C evening in the open-air communal area of Hostel Mamallena. Humid or not, I’m all dolled up and ready to explore colourful Cartagena. My time is coming… but for now, I’m content to patiently exist in this moment. As I wait for my friend, I stop …
It’s a word you’d find in the ‘Christian dictionary.’ /əʊvəˈkʌm/. Playing Christian bingo? You want this word on your board. It’s basic Christianese. It’s going through adversity and coming out victorious. It’s aunties and uncles giving us their testimonies at the New Year’s Eve crossover service; paying no regard to the thirty seconds they’ve been assigned, blissfully oblivious …
