I have so long wanted it short, a floaty dark halo à la Juliette Binoche. Every year I declare, it will go, I will take back my identity and it can sulk in a plait on its way to a wig for a kid with cancer. You’re on limited time, hair, I growl daily, as […]
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In one of my optimistic fantasies in which I finally am in a position to have kids, I and my partner have eight children between us and having long exhausted my childhood bible of names – Robin and Martha and Noelle and Rachel – and presumably hers too, we look down at our littlest – […]
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I used to make caterpillars from peas. It was the only way I could eat them without getting infinitely bored. I’d spear one with a fork tine, breathing out when it held its shape, green and round. I’d spear another and another, until I had a line of four or five or until they protruded […]
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