Safe Spaces?
“A blog post once a month” she said. “That’s achievable” she said. Yet here we are, it’s April Fool’s Day, and there hasn’t been a blog post since February. This is not for a lack of ideas, more a lack of time. In fact it’s probably a deadly combination of too many ideas and too little time, resulting in a handful of hastily composed Twitter threads and….zero blog posts. Anyway, points should be awarded for not skipping March completely and waiting until mid-April to write anything else. This is a postponed March post, and I will write another for April. I will. I will. I’m also trying to be less fussy about planning the content/structure – it’s a blog post after all, not a book chapter. For most of March Sarah Everard was at the forefront of my mind. What she symbolised I guess, rather than the woman herself, who I know so little about. I talked with my partner about our experience of being out in the streets, moving through spaces. For me this means always being on alert, always...