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Your Love Is Lifting Me Higher by Janette Bonar Law

It’s funny how, sometimes, you just get the feeling that the Universe is unfolding as it should; bringing you the people you need in your life at the time you need them most. This week has been one of those times. Last Saturday I went to my first Breast Cancer...

The “We Can’t Sing” Choir by Claire Hornby

Ever since I was a child, I have always loved to sing. Trouble is, ever since I was a child, not everyone has loved to hear me sing. Ever since I was a boy, I have always loved to wear dresses. Trouble is, ever since I was a boy, not everyone has loved me to wear...

Not giving a HOOT !

How Big Love Little Sista taught me not to give so much of a HOOT !  by  Lois Tierney A couple of months ago, one of my best friends had a birthday party. It was a very glamourous party, as she rented an apartment on Bold Street for the night, and the room that the...

What goes on behind closed studio doors….

In the Big Love Sista studio last weekend, we hosted a retreat for women whose lives had been effected by or who were living with breast cancer. In the morning, as the women were arriving, there was a heavy sense of expectancy in the air. Today was going to be a day...

Big Love Sista: A Poem by Sandra Richardson

  She sat in a circle as brave as can be opened her heart and said this is me wrapped in boa the blanket of strength aura of protection with extraordinary length to all shapes and sizes it fits like a glove this is the circle called Big Sista Love she came from a...

Memories from our Big Love Sista Summit, March 2014

                On 20th March 2014, a revolution started in Knowsley. The Big Love Sista Summit was held to celebrate women, community, creativity and juicy leadership. Big Love Sista had been working with 100 women in Kirkby...

Heart Surgery by Clare Campbell

Frightening to be so vulnerable to be split open and unable to catch hold of or control what spills out – old hurt and pain wreak havoc, yet now the wound remains open, in pours overwhelming beauty, feelings which my polished shiny heart doors shut out, majesty,...

Guest Post: On Leading and Following

I’ve been a follower all my life. I’ve followed boyfriends, girlfriends, best friends, lipsticks, alcohol, food, self-harm...sometimes I even follow recovery. But I’ve never felt like a leader. I’ve never felt like the captain of my own ship. I have always been...