Author: lilibraidner

Peer Review- Julia El Azzi

Julia, this was an insightful and educational read on the Stigma surrounding Indigenous Australian women. I like the examples you have chosen, such as the story of comedian Trevor Noah. Though upsetting, it was also eye-opening and complemented the article well. I also liked the use of media such as photos and the use of quotations to engage readers and highlight your research.

I thoroughly enjoyed hearing your opinion on the topic, and how this article affected you as a female. As I was reading your blog, feelings of dolefulness and anger were radiating through the page. I think to be able to sense your passion and feel your emotions drove me to really connect with the article and helped me to sympathise with the Indigenous Australian women.

The only critique I had was to perhaps elaborate a little further on some of your points. For example, you said, “We must find a way to further emphasise their [Aborginal Women] importance in our society”. Maybe you could suggest a way in which the importance of Indigenous Australian women can be emphasised.
Apart from that, I thought it was a fascinating first blog.
Good job!

https://juliaelazzi.wordpress.com/2018/08/26/the-stigma-surrounding-aboriginal-women/

Blog 1-Safety Bay

It’s nostalgia I taste every time the sea salt kisses my lips.
Reminding me of the time when dad’s shoulders seemed like the highest place in the world and stealing chocolate biscuits from the cupboard was my greatest sin.

Together we sat, watching the pelicans float in the wind.
We could hear the seals shuffling their big, brown bodies through the sand and see the dolphins playing like children so close to the shore, we swore we could touch them.

The sea breeze felt cold as it caressed my face. I closed my eyes and swore I could feel your icy hands holding me, cooling my sun-kissed skin.
I hear the quiet crashing of the waves as the water greets the shore like a houseguest.
I trace the footprints you left behind in the sand and they lead me back home; to Safety Bay.

When you left, I thought the Bay would too.
But as the sun begins to submit to the moon and her orange rays tickle the water’s surface one last time, I see you there. Your silhouette sparkling as you dance in between the islands along the horizon’s edge.

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Above me a pelican floats, I hear the shuffling of seals along the sand and see the dolphins playing childishly near the shore and I realise, nostalgia never tasted so sweet.