Speaking Our Own Language

Proud to have been part of the team that brought Shared Reading to Sandwell. I you are interested in this there are two groups, one at Bleakhouse Library on Monday at 10 and the other is at Smethwick Library on Thursday at 10.30

The Reader Online

The Reader Organisation’s  Shared Reading Practitioner Day, ‘Speaking our Own Language’ took place on Saturday in Liverpool Staff and Shared Reading Practitioners who have completed our Read to Lead course came together to develop their practice through a full day of quality literary thinking and doing.We were also joined by author Anna Lawrence Pietroni,who shared the creative process of writing her book Ruby’s Spoon

Charlotte Weber, our Reader-in-Residence at Hope University, shares her experiences:


One’s-self I sing, a simple separate person,

Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.

Walt Whitman, from ‘Song of Myself’

Standing in the living room at a friends’ engagement party on Saturday night, a group of friends around me stared bemusedly at a name badge on my top that read:

AM: Balance
PM: Pleasure

On being asked to explain myself, I was once again reminded of just what an extraordinary place The…

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About Travelling Coral

I started blogging in 2011 to record some of the highlights of the round the world trip I made with my husband Phil. On the 5 month trip we visited California, New Zealand, Australia, Fiji, Malaysia and Thailand. We met some fantastic people, saw amazing things and ate some lovely food. Yet while enjoying these new experiences I became acutely aware of the inequality in both first and third world countries. The gap between the rich and the poor on the streets of LA and KL was the same. On my return home, I realised that this inequality existed in the UK. I had to leave the country to see it for what it was. Food banks were opening in every town and city. I read the now famous blog, A Girl Called Jack and got more interested in how food poverty impacts the lives of so many people in my home country. And I got angry. And wanted to do something about it. Now, I work for Smethwick CAN, a charity bringing people together to tackle poverty, increase aspiration, provide opportunity and support the most vulnerable. One of the projects is a foodbank. Food poverty is shocking in any country, yet over a third of edible food still ends up in landfill. No one should go hungry, yet children are going to school without breakfast. Parents are skipping meals to feed their children. Foodbanks are a sticking plaster not a cure for food poverty. So, in addition to working for a charity that is supporting people in crisis, I volunteer for The Real Junk Food Project. They intercept food that would normally be thrown away, and cook it and serve it in a Pay as You Feel Cafe. I am still adjusting to life back at home in Birmingham, England, I have terminal Farsickness. To keep it at bay, I drag my husband and sometimes the son on shorter trips both in the UK and overseas. I now post random stuff that interests me. This includes travel, food and well being. The writing keeps me sane. Long term travelling is my goal.

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