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.
Because of Her, We Can
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.”
The Self-Proclaimed Critic of Brown Girls Everywhere
There’s a feeling every Indian girl knows a little too well …
Aunty Dusty: An Everyday Feminist Hero
“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.”
A Letter to Home
“Whenever I get sick, I miss you the most.”
Why My Mum Thinks I’m A “Bad Feminist”
“Am I the ‘bad feminist’, or is my mum?”
Trying To Be The “Very Best Version Of Yourself That You Can Be”; Or, A Love Letter to Mothers and Daughters
“When I came out of the cinema after seeing Lady Bird, I still had tears running down my face.”
Conversations with Popi
“She buried her face in talcum powder. How comforting. How soothing.”