If I’d been smart, he would have stayed a one night stand. If I’d been smarter, a no night stand. But he was dark and dangerous and I was just eighteen years old. I was seduced by the shadowy glimpses he gave me of a broken childhood. I thought I could be the one […]
[Photo source] Perched on barstools, we leaned into one another. A small, round table littered with wine glasses separated us. And our stories bound us. It happens every time. When my girlfriends and I get together, we tell our stories. Invariably, these are the tales of womanhood, motherhood, of birth, of bodies. It is […]
That’s weird. She didn’t smile at me today. She always smiles at me. Last week at pick-up, we had that great chat. At least, I thought it was great. She was laughing, wasn’t she? Maybe she was just being polite. Oh shit, maybe I've done something to upset her. Did I? What did I say? […]
It was just a handful of paragraphs in a newspaper but I have never forgotten her story. It must be ten years ago now, maybe more. A ‘friend’ invited her to go and smoke a joint in a shopping centre car park. It was late, dark and deserted. Except for one other car. Her […]
