She opens his backpack with a frisson of shame. She's been a diplomatic spy, a princess, and now a general, but going through her own child's belongings feels scummy, a low blow. She'd brought him into the world with high expectations, at a time that the world felt on the cusp of better things. Breastfeeding, … Continue reading We Need To Talk About Ben
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End of the peace process
Last year I entered a writing contest. It was a flash fiction competition. The deal for the first round was you were assigned a genre and a few things to include in your story, and then two weeks later you had to submit your piece. Since I have been ruining my chance at a literary … Continue reading End of the peace process
Really Bad Poetry — Labour Day: Uber Education
Labour Day in the age of parenting Dear school, I am consigning my child to your curriculum Hoping that you will have him labour, but not too much. Help him arrive in at least the middle of the middle class, Although upper middle class would be nice As long as he is not too much … Continue reading Really Bad Poetry — Labour Day: Uber Education