I’m so proud to be part of a generation of women who are coming for everything. We sit on the shoulders of the many women who came before us. While the views have improved, we’re also constantly ducking the glass shards that are almost constantly falling from the ceilings we continue to shatter.
Alternate title: “I have other talents” a meditation on fear and failure.
I’m a dreamer, a scientist and an artist. An optimist and a realist. I believe in the life-affirming power of contradictions and fear.
The word Diaspora is an acknowledgement of the nature of our relationship. That though we are scattered across the globe, we share common blood and ancestry. The nurture part seems to always get in the way of our reconciliation efforts however: this is the unusual story about how Ryan Coogler’s Black Panther helped me bridge this gap.
This one hits close to home and is a long time coming. With every passing generation our cultures and home languag\nes become more and more at risk, threatened and endangered. I may not be ready for the future children who inspire such thoughts but I’m finally ready to have this chat. Continue reading “Culturally Speaking”
This non-blog occasionally dips its toes in travel blog territory (by request). This is often born of a desire to collate phot- erm, I mean, helpful travel tips (and a reluctance for repition). My solo trip to Coastal Kenya was wonderful.
How did this little writing experiment change my life? How did it warn me to cut ties with a bad friend, take a break from medicine or make my vision board in March? Turns out I’ve accidentally been writing on my brain.
I’ve been deeply examining my ideas around love, what it means and how it looks to me and what part conditioning has played in all of this. I used to think I was a manic pixie dream girl. I used to think I waltzed into people’s lives and filled them with whimsy and sunshine. The truth with the manic pixie is in the name: she … Continue reading Love, Palesa
I’m going to paint a word portrait of scenes from my life that both do and don’t yet exist. 2020 (and beyond) is going to be filled with wonders unknown and I couldn’t be more excited to leap.
This is the story of my love for theatre, my accidental obsession with Lin Manuel Miranda’s masterpiece and a manual on how to join the (fan) club.