A life lived inside: reflections on my mother’s past

There’s a tree I sometimes notice on my way to my boxing gym. It stands on an unsightly corner near the junction of Barking Road – which has the dubious honour of the eighth unhealthiest street in London – and one of the grubby arteries that feed into it. The tree sits amid ugliness: overflowing bins from the chicken shop opposite, shards of glass from a smashed car window, a makeshift fence from unfinished building works, a fly-tipped cooker and fridge, and litter that rolls past like tumbleweed. In many ways, it’s a quintessential East London scene: a vast expanse of grime punctuated by striking beauty. The post A life lived inside: reflections on my mother’s past appeared first on Atlas & Boots.

A life lived inside: reflections on my mother’s past
Why the Hen Does Not Have Teeth Story Book

WHY THE HEN DOES NOT HAVE TEETH STORY BOOK

It’s an amazing story, composed out of imagination and rich with lessons. You’ll learn how to be morally upright, avoid immoral things, and understand how words can make or destroy peace and harmony.

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Why the Hen Does Not Have Teeth Story Book

WHY THE HEN DOES NOT HAVE TEETH STORY BOOK

It’s an amazing story, composed out of imagination and rich with lessons. You’ll learn how to be morally upright, avoid immoral things, and understand how words can make or destroy peace and harmony.

Click the image to get your copy!

Why the Hen Does Not Have Teeth Story Book

WHY THE HEN DOES NOT HAVE TEETH STORY BOOK

It’s an amazing story, composed out of imagination and rich with lessons. You’ll learn how to be morally upright, avoid immoral things, and understand how words can make or destroy peace and harmony.

Click the image to get your copy!

There’s a tree I sometimes notice on my way to my boxing gym. It stands on an unsightly corner near the junction of Barking Road – which has the dubious honour of the eighth unhealthiest street in London – and one of the grubby arteries that feed into it.

The tree sits amid ugliness: overflowing bins from the chicken shop opposite, shards of glass from a smashed car window, a makeshift fence from unfinished building works, a fly-tipped cooker and fridge, and litter that rolls past like tumbleweed. In many ways, it’s a quintessential East London scene: a vast expanse of grime punctuated by striking beauty.

The post A life lived inside: reflections on my mother’s past appeared first on Atlas & Boots.

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