My sisters are the best. I love them both so much, and I don’t know what I’d do without them. They really are the best – they help me with everything, they love me, they support me, they advise me, they look out for me. They also nag me, chide me, scold me, occasionally hit me. They do all the things that awesome elder sisters do. They’re not saints, but they are my moral/life compass and unfailingly help me gain perspective and direction when I need.
It’s sometimes hard to open up to my sisters. We haven’t always been super close, but since leaving home six-and-a-half years ago (!) I’ve been relying on them to ground me and to provide that bedrock of unwavering love and support that few people but family can provide. But it can still be hard to be honest about my fears, insecurities and loneliness. Partly because, as I recently admitted to an old friend, I find honest reflection really difficult, preferring to ignore or bury my feelings. But it’s also partly because I don’t want them to worry about me, or to feel my pain as their pain. Read More »
Germany’s glaring lack of PB is a favourite complaint of mine – I love the stuff. There is PB in the (nicer) supermarkets, sure, and even the 100% natural stuff in Al Natura and other organic/health food stores. But it’s neither cheap nor as ubiquitous as my Canadian upbringing demands… so I made my own. Roast some peanuts, blend with a bit of peanut oil.
Yesterday I had 2 slices of bread with PB and sweetened condensed milk for brek and another 3 PBJ’s for lunch. Gonna pack a couple of PB-condensed-milk sandwiches for the train tomorrow.
Right, so I’m heading to Prague! My parents have been in central Europe for over a week now and I’ll meet up with them and my sister for some fun family holidays. Can’t wait! The plan is Prague – Dresden – Berlin – we’ll arrive in Hamby next Wednesday and I’m not sure my basil plant will stay alive that long without my loving care, so I harvested most of the leaves and made a batch of pesto for the freezer.
I also made some delicious banana bread.
An extremely thought-provoking (and quite long) piece written by mother of two, former director of policy planning at US State Department and dean at Princeton.
What an intriguing perspective on the generational differences. Women today enjoy rights and freedoms and reduced barriers thanks to the work of previous generations – we vote, we work, we are breaking glass ceilings. Now that the foundation has been laid, it is perhaps time to realise that the world progressive women have dedicated generations to ensuring women can participate in to the same extent and in the same capacity as men is, in fact, a world comprising systems created by men for men. In other words, women shouldn’t settle for being allowed into the old boys’ club. Even if the club was 100% women, it is still a club for men. The structure of the system itself – specifically, the time rigidities of the workplace – is a barrier for women.Read More »