The cup of sugar challenge was the first community challenge I ever undertook. It was a set up by a friend of mine who knew how much I was enjoying exploring the social barriers to neighbourly interaction. The text below is a modified version of what I wrote as a the prologue and epilogue bookends to my PhD.
It turned out to be a lot harder to ask for that sugar than the rose coloured visions of 1950s suburbia suggest.
At the beginning of 2013, I wrote in my research journal, about the intersection of this research and my own life in a suburban neighbourhood.
She handed me the tin with a hug. It was my birthday and people kept arriving with delicious looking cake. But Tessa had done something different. Rather than handing over a cake on a ...