The Next Big Thing
I’ve been tagged in The Next Big Thing by fellow writer Moira McPartlin. Her first novel, The Incomers, was shortlisted for The Saltire Society First Book of the Year 2012. I read the Incomers and thoroughly enjoyed it. It brought back many memories of me coming to Britain for the first time. When I was…
I’ve been reading a book called ‘Carnegie’s Call’ by Michael Malone. Michael is from our writers’ club and this is his second book. The book is just out. I have to say I was looking forward to this book as I heard that this one was non-fiction and about successful people. I love reading about…
The Creative Woman of the Year Award!
Last weekend I went to London, so excited to see the Mongolian singer Jargalsaihan’s concert. Well, ok I admit it I was excited because I was nominated for an award – Woman of the Year 2012 for Mongolians in Europe. This was the awards ceremony in Copthorne Hotel in Kensington I was going to. A…
Mongol we pride ourselves in Mongolia Mongo they laugh at each other in Britain Mothers cuddling their babies round the world Fathers cursing the ignorant and Trisomy 21 Mongol, Down called his observation in 1860’s More stupid than us, he clarified The world followed him, calling babies Mongols They knew none of it in…
R is for R-word
Recently we have been thinking about how we can raise awareness on the word Mongol. So I started doing some research and came across the campaign to end the R-Word. I like this video, it’s powerful. How often do you hear this word? Does it mean anything to you?
Q is for Quotes
I love quotes. In fact, quotes inspire, motivate, toughen, challenge and excite me. In my book Mongol I am starting each chapter with a quote. So today I would like to share with you some of my favourite quotes. “Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were…
M is for Mongol
You can call me Mongol Because I am. But please don’t call someone with Down’s Syndrome ‘Mongol’ or ‘Mongo.’ You will hurt not only me but many ‘Billy’ we called our little boy when he was born ‘Buuz’ we named him when he came home Our baby was a Mongol not because he had Down’s…
Letters from Patna Primary school
When I was feeding my baby girl I heard this thump in the hall. That was the postman delivering the post. I opened this heavy brown envelope addressed to me in a hurry. ‘Dear Mrs Ramsay I am writing to thank you for coming to our school and giving us a taste of Mongolian life…’…
An Award for My Blog!
Wow, my first award for my blog! I’m so excited and touched by Anne‘s gesture giving me this award. Anne lives in Glasgow and came across my blog recently and got in touch. Her own blog is a one that you read and makes you think and relate. It strums the different chords inside you…
Eat, Play, Love
We sat down to have our Saturday dinner, the adventure packed burgers made by my husband. The turkey burgers were spiced with love and few other ingredients which my tongue failed to recognise. They were just delicious. ‘It’s quiet without No 2, isn’t it?’ my husband looked at me. ‘Yes.’ I agreed thinking about my…