Posted in April 2015

Diary of a mothering worker. March 3, 2015.

Originally posted on grrlscene:
Post 182. At one primary school, the friendly teacher interviewing Ziya looked up from reading her form when, under religion, I listed ‘none’. ‘None?’ she clarified incredulously, examining me anew, like I was a zaboca that beguiled with firm, green potential, only to appear blackened when cut open. Inside I chuckled,…