As a female purveyor of words myself, amongst all the bra-waving, hip-shaking, leg-splays and trousers… I have read many tributes and testaments to International Women’s Day.
It’s a delightful ritual of mine to read as many targeted writings as possible on the day(s), but found my favourite to be not at all as expected.
Written by a (shock, horror) man – and so delightfully fresh; I found “Nan was my Nigella” written by Paul Waring, on my on-line happy place to read new poetry Write Out Loud.
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