We are all naked

O sun despairing Bound to serve Soften the soil Our last preserve Victory grows not From bloodied dirt But the bones of children Are tipped into the earth Shall they return now To their sleeping valleys To their winter skies And mountains untamed? We tell their stories Neglect their names And farm the fields In…

For the quiet ones

When I was a child, I was told often, usually by well-meaning family members and teachers, how quiet I was.  How shy.  I wasn’t a particularly nervous child, and I never considered myself especially shy, but I was always content to spend time alone–I thoroughly enjoyed it, in fact–and I was taught to be polite…

Children need space too

Whilst I am a passionate advocate for education, I worry that we are overloading our children with information, and setting expectations that just rob these young minds of their love of learning. As a teacher, I know children who are constantly busy with extra-curricular activities–sports clubs, language exams in the evening, tutoring at weekends.  They…