Twin Towers 2001 – 2026

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Agreement and progress It was a pleasantly warm morning in September, and the studio annual general meeting had just finished. The artists were all happily gathering around coffee and cakes. We had all agreed that progress had been made and everything was going well. An artist said, “ Have you seen this news?” The pitch of her voice made us […]

Trial by Knife and Fork

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This is a small parable about the time I left Wonderland. It is explained after the story’s end. Alice is invited to the White Rabbit’s dinner though not to a Tea Party. “You MUST come!” says Tweedle-Die. “You WILL come!” interrupts Tweedle-Jolly, “Last chance to eat together since, after and before!” The Board gleams and glistens. Stiff white lace tablecloth […]

Domestic Labour, Women’s Work, Servants and Exploitation

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Unpaid Work A quick search gave me this answer, so I quote – “Domestic labour refers to the unpaid work done within households, encompassing tasks like housework, childcare, and other forms of care work.” The key is that it is unpaid work and 56 years after I joined the 1970 Women’s Movement it is still mostly women’s work. I quote […]

Artificial Intelligence scams Ruth Hartley, the Writer

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Clever Phishing Stuff by scamming sharks. What the AI scammer says about my books is accurate about their quality and purpose. AI can be an excellent tool, but here it is put to use to rip me off. Ruth, I have a small confession. (Who is the I in this approach? Following up the supposed Grace Rodney website I discovered […]

My Grandson, Climate Change, Drought and that Children’s Book

Ruth Hartley Storytelling, Book Publishing, Climate change, Dust and Rain, The Shaping of Water, When I Was Bad, When We Were Wicked4 Comments

On the Zambezi River In 1993, while sitting in a boat on the Zambezi River floodplain, far north of Mongu, watching the beautiful flights of hundreds of pelicans, I began to make notes and sketches for a book about climate change for my grandson, Stephen Kupakwesu Bush. It was called The Drought Witch. Stephen was 3 years old. It would […]