Amy C, Museum Education Professional, WRITER , ACTIVIST, QUEER.
A portfolio and online journal by Amy C, Museum Education Professional. Sharing original poetry, articles, artwork, and reflections on museum education, social justice, and personal values including feminism, LGBT+ rights, anti-racism, and equality. With over three years in learning and engagement roles, I contribute to Birmingham Museums Trust by fostering meaningful, inclusive experiences that celebrate diverse histories. My expertise lies in audience development, team management, and delivering creative programs that inspire a love of learning, particularly in the domains of feminism and the ancient world. At Birmingham Museums Trust, I led the development of impactful events such as the annual 'International Women and Girls in Science Day,' emphasizing collaboration and community engagement. My mission is to create accessible opportunities for learning while empowering teams and contributing to organizational growth.
Category: Book
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There’s a fire in my bones, and a cacophony of noises in my head. so, i run. Throw on my shoes, and run. until my brain is empty, until I cannot feel anything, apart from the ringing in, and ache behind, my ears. Until, All I can hear, is the uneven RHYTHM of my feet…
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Christmas day. You are being shouted at, again. And, as usual, you are forced to make yourself small. SHRiNKING and cowering. Ineffectual. Curled up, tightly, every muscle in your body hardened, like ice. Frozen, holding your breath. Praying, (if anyone, at all, is listening) for the harsh winter to pass. It never does.
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It is quiet in your little corner of the world. And another weekend passes by in a blink. It is always easier to hide. Old feelings resurface, safer to trust no one, nothing. Even if it is, Lonely. You’re afraid you’ll need something stronger soon. The old tricks have ceased to work. Everything’s so loud.…
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You’re 15. Sat on an uncomfortable, ugly, blue, plastic chair. In a circle. Facing your peers. You’re all exhausted. It is raining outside. It is November. It’s PSHE. You’re learning about rape. You listen to the definition. You suddenly feel violently nauseous. The room spins. And his face flashes across your eyes. You blink. Rub…
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‘I wanted happy endings in those days, and happy endings are best achieved by keelingvthe right doors locked and going to sleep during the rampages.’ Centres the voice of penelope, Odysseus’ wife in a retelling of Homer’s ‘Odyssey.’ Summary of Margaret Atwood’s ‘The Penelopiad’ ‘The Penelopiad’ (2005) is Margaret Atwood’s feminist retelling of Homer’s ‘Odyssey’…
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Worshipping the wrong gods, Not the state sanctioned, Approved, Male, powerful Gods. We are taught, no, Brainwashed to worship at their altar, kneel on glass and bear the curse with no complaints. Worship. (A lie, a fabrication, a tool to snuff you out like a candle at night) So, I bring you, Votives, Gifts, Offerings,…
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Ode on an Urn, on which someone who’s not got any talent at all (if you’re being honest) has painted a planet and a wonky arrow, it points to nothing. The label: ‘On living on Earth, 2025’ It’s their most prized artefact, for some reason. For most of my life the belief: that you had…
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Remarkably Bright Creaturs, Shebly Van Pelt Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt is a heartwarming novel about Tova Sullivan, a widow who works at an aquarium, and her unlikely friendship with Marcellus, a giant Pacific octopus. Marcellus uses his intelligence to help Tova uncover the truth about the mysterious disappearance of her son 30 years prior, exploring themes…
