This post is about the apology made by the Australian Government in March 2013. It contains a link to the Prime Minister’s speech. Click, listen and be prepared to shed a few tears.
I saw Kate Winslet on TV the other day talking about the film she made with Leonardo DiCaprio, Revolutionary Road. She said that in preparing for her role she read a lot of early feminist writing including The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan.
There is a meal that I have always thought of as my last supper. It was served to me, ironically, by my boyfriend’s mother who ran a diner and did not know I was pregnant by her son at the time.
He took the bus to Toronto and one cold raining April morning I drove down to the bus station to meet him. He got off the bus and said “I only have to look at those eyes and I know you’re my mother.
Sometimes you hit the sweet spot and with that one hit everything collapses like an adoption reunion on a bad day.
Matthew Hays is a gay man who had been de-selected as a prospective father for a lesbian couple’s child in favour of a sperm bank. He writes quite poignantly about his loss of something he had never had nor contemplated until it was proposed to him by the couple.
I want to know who she is and where she is, that big powerful mother who keeps convincing the legislators of this continent that we first mothers want to hide from our children …
I keep thinking ROOM rhymes with WOMB. I don’t know. Is this whole book an allegory? Am I reading in too much? I hate when people do that with books. But maybe, just maybe, I am right.
“If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.” Thich Nhat Hanh, Vietnamese monk, activist and writer.
[A]ccording to Joanna Ravenna in The New Yorker, Nietzsche said that the best way to enrage people is to force them to change their mind about you.
“Insulted and injured people…find themselves lying awake at night making up little speeches, some of them angry, and the one to whom the little speeches are addressed in the dark never has a chance to answer.”