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Hannah Moore
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Hannah's Challenge Results. Top Story - July 2024.
It has been a quiet busy week here in at Chez Hannah. No, not quite a busy week. A quiet busy week. One where none of us had too much on individually, but together, it added up to a lot. On Monday, July commenced, marking the end of Hannah's challenge, quite before I was ready to take action to judge it, because on Tuesday, after working day was over, my daughter returned to school to give guided tours into the evening on their open day, and on Wednesday, we all got up at half past four to pack my son onto the school minibus to travel 160 miles up the country and 160 miles back down to represent his school in a Warhammer tournament. On Thursday, the UK went to the voting booths in near record breaking numbers, with only one lower turnout since 1885, and on Friday my parents, who live an hour away, phoned to say they thought they would come to visit for the weekend. "That's lovely," I said, "what time will I expect you?" It was 10.16 in the morning of my day off, and in the spirit of mutual accountability, my partner and I had not long sat down side by side, he to do an urgent piece of administrative work for his paid employment, and I to read a couple of dozen pieces of uplifting writing.
By Hannah Moore20 days ago in Writers
Balloons and a parade and shit
They say things happen when you're not looking for them. Falling in love, making a new friend, finding a new opportunity, conceiving a baby. It's not been my experience, in general. Indeed generally I have found that when I am looking for nothing, that is what I get, but this week, while I was busy not looking for it, I crossed that golden threshold of 5000 Vocal reads. Why this is the golden threshold I do not know, only I remember quite some time ago a rash of people I had subscribed to all posting this landmark at a similar time, and thinking how utterly unlikely 5000 reads seemed for me.
By Hannah Moore23 days ago in Poets
A letter to our queer youth
My Dear Queer Youth, It has been a long time since I could be described as young by anyone born after the Civil Rights Act was passed. My own parents were their early teens when that law was passed in the United States, making discrimination on the basis of race, religion, sex or skin colour illegal. I would be the same age as they were then before apartheid was ended in South Africa, and my own son was four years old when the first same sex marriage contracts were signed in the UK. We have come a long way, in three generations, and pockets of backwards slippage notwithstanding, I believe we continue to move past tolerance of difference and towards celebration of humanity.
By Hannah Moore29 days ago in Pride
Don't be a dick
A little over a week ago, my grandfather died. I wasn't there, but my father was. He had been there all week, patiently offering his presence while his father made his final decline, remaining through his periods of distress just as he remained through his periods of calm. Being present when he had nothing to do, and present when he could act, too. It is a labour of love and immense human dignity to witness a dying in this way, and, fortunately, we seldom do it alone, as those who give their whole presence are, in their turn, offered a swelling of the presence of others, and they too, are given a little more. In the best deaths, we build a pyramid of one another, raising our arms in response to an increased emotional need, knowing that while we can never relieve that need, we can bear its weight a little just by being unafraid to hold it.
By Hannah Mooreabout a month ago in Writers
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