When someone dies, we do not always have to experience grief as sadness. We can appreciate and enjoy life through mourning the end of one.
I am a daughter, a sister, a niece, a nana, an aunty, a friend, a colleague, a scholar, Aboriginal, a mentor and a woman. I love being the woman I am and because of her I can.
We asked two Bossy writers to give us a culinary review of life’s most mundane and yet most vibrant food experience: the family dinner.
“She stole it. Cousin Josephina was a thief.”
There’s a feeling every Indian girl knows a little too well …
“I first became interested in Aunty Dusty’s feminist story when I discovered she wore a pantsuit to her own wedding, instead of a gown. This one action is what inspired me to conduct this interview, in an attempt to learn more about her life experiences, and the moments that shaped her into the powerful woman she is.”
“Whenever I get sick, I miss you the most.”
“Am I the ‘bad feminist’, or is my mum?”
“When I came out of the cinema after seeing Lady Bird, I still had tears running down my face.”
“She buried her face in talcum powder. How comforting. How soothing.”