She pushed the last box in the car, then smacked a kiss on your cheek. ‘Goodbye Mother; see you later.’ And with that, your daughter left. She no longer lives here with you. That is to say that your arms left their sockets; your legs took off alone. Your skin stretched so far, it cleared … Continue reading For our mothers, our children and us.
My heart is singing today, spurred on by the sweetness of acacia, clematis and chestnut blossoms and I’m chattier than usual. I’m in love with being 15 because I’m going to start a sewing course with my friend Flora. When I get good at it, I can make some of my own clothes and earn … Continue reading Embracing an oak: 1945