Author Archives: lizamartinpope

Where was I when I found out our queen had died ? I was in almost exactly the same place that I had been when I found out that the twin towers were hit. In the Village where I lived and raised my babies, where I tried to survive the afternath of the attacks thatContinue reading “The Queen has passed … when is it ok to write ?”

Its a beautiful sunny day, cricket match for the county. I have opted for a hospitality place, given the threats and violence I have suffered since writing the blog. I have become engrossed in the largest mass resignation of govenerance in history. I want it to be because of the unambiguous cover up of violenceContinue reading “The collapse of the government in England when men are sexually assaulted… it just is not cricket? “

Having reconciled myself to the damage that sexual violence has had on my life, the question has always been over the years, how to have some normality in daily life. During the recovery road I met my late husband. His wishes were made very clear that I should move forward, meet someone, that being aloneContinue reading “Can survivors date ? It seems the Ivy is perfect for this season….”

Coffee in the mornings has turned into a little bit of an event. It seems my writing about women and womens issues causes a stir, even in 2021! The news announce that since lockdown in 2019 the gender pay gap in England is 40%. I was slightly stunned, since 1990s there has not been evenContinue reading “When your friend says ‘ we are all potential rapists’”

As a Mum with daughters who were all breastfed, alongside an attitude of equity for women. I take a fairly keen interest in those news stories that perhaps explore womens inssues in the mainstream media. In England, it does not get more mainstream than the BBC. So the appearance of Stella Creasy, Member of ParliamentContinue reading “Breastfeeding in Parliament United Kingdom vs New Zealand.”

Quatermaster not quite the same as lecturer, but after the session sharing sonnets today, I realised that lecturer is in charge like Q and my sonnet was rather a sorry Petrachan attempt. I had not managed to integrate the word fuck or whore, or indeed actually constructed the rhythmng scheme, although the iambic pentameter wasContinue reading “Hi Q”