The day-to-day, blow-by-blow account of David v Goliath, in which the good little guy (social enterprise, private and institutional investment, best practise, third sector and localism) wins. Taking the power back from big bad Government and effecting local solutions through community action. Think social justice. On Red Bull. Eventually.
“I’ve got a war correspondent who can’t go to war,” when war hits the womb, a war correspondent's journey to motherhood
My own mother, my sister and nearly all the women in my family had full-time jobs as mothers. They were wonderful at it. They drove their children back and forth to soccer, skating lessons, piano lessons, private schools, but I sensed, even in my own mother, a kind of distant dissatisfaction.
Every time I went to the doctor when I was in my twenties, he repeated the same thing to me: don’t wait too long to have children. But since then I had spent nearly two decades as a war correspondent seeing children wrecked and traumatized by war. I saw babies born in the middle of a siege, saw amputated limbs, kids who stepped on landmines, a young swimmer who lost her breast to shrapnel, budding nine-year-old soccer players who lost their hands to American smart bombs, kids who had breakdowns, kids who were blown up by mortars as they were building snowmen. read more