One of the thorny facts of my existence is that I am, and always have been, overweight. Something that merely three years ago, I wouldn't have said out loud with my mouth, but something that my body said out loud every single day. Obese, actually, according to my former BMI. After several years participating in … Continue reading On Public Failure
Author: A Persistent Thistle
Lean I Oirre.
"She Persisted" in Scottish Gaelic. The flower of Scotland is the thistle. Mow them down, dig them up, pluck their blossoms, remove their thorns, poison their roots. Still, their persistent little seeds fly and take root. And that's me, A Persistent Thistle.
A Persistent Thistle
The image that started it all. The idea for this blog has been blooming for a while. The seed was planted almost three years ago when a tiny little mantra fell in between the cracks of my broken psyche. "She persisted." More importantly, "NEVERTHELESS, she persisted." I know it's roots are political in nature; the … Continue reading A Persistent Thistle
A Persistent Thistle 