STORIES
JUNE - OCTOBER
"Story Time is Home” took place on Hastings Pier and was filmed by Fizzel Castro. I hope you enjoy watching this Story Time event from the comfort of your home…
The phone rang one evening in March last year. It was my daughter. I could tell from her voice this was not the usual daily catch up chat and so I waited. She explained that her partner had bought her an Ancestry DNA test as a Christmas present, which she had done and had just received details of the results. Mum, I am a quarter Iranian, she said.
The next Story Time event will be on Hasting Pier! Its happening on Sunday the 13th of September, from 2pm-5pm, and I’d love for you to come. The theme is HOME. I’d been thinking about what made me feel at home internally, what roles made me feel at home, and also home as a psychological state.
We met one day when I was living in Florida. I was bored one Saturday and went to the local PetSmart where an adoption agency set up camp on the weekends. SadSac (Save a Dog, Save a Cat) is a wonderful organization.
When we were kids, I would walk out of church to find Venus waiting for me, half naked with too much make up on, looking more dangerous than a box of matches.
We had endless sleepovers. Her bedroom was under decorated and kind of adult. There was a small pile of books to the side of the bed about the female body and early guides to sex. My bedroom was childish, three walls were purple and one lime green, a clash of colors that echoed the clash of everything inside my body and brain.
Today I woke up and decided to go to the allotment. It has rained the past few weeks, meaning I haven’t been forced up the long steep climb from our house to water it. A welcome break. We hit it hard during the first weeks of lockdown and got the whole thing dug over and planted. I know it will be a mess and so I’ve been putting it off for the last week.
I am a person who happens to be a mother. I’m raising 2 boys in a time of monumental shifts and changes. I also have to buy them clothes. If kids clothes are anything to go by, dinosaurs are for boys and unicorns are for girls, which indirectly translates as Science is for boys and, well, unicorns are for girls.
Have you ever sat at a table, watched your friend or family member eat most of a meal, and felt an uncontrollable urge to just finish it? Regardless of what it is. Regardless of how long it’s been sitting there while you just wait for them to cross their fucking cutlery to signal ‘I’m done here, go ahead. Clear my plate.’