Recently the inevitable happened. After 11 years of living out of home, I was finally forced to assume possession of my many, many boxes of childhood memories. Going through them has been sometimes hilarious, sometimes sweet and sometimes poignant. I’veRead more…
I was 13 years old when I woke up uncharacteristically early in the morning with the sense that something was wrong. I padded downstairs to find my dad standing in front of the TV, watching a plane crash into aRead more…
The door swings shut behind me. I’m clenching my green bag so hard my knuckles are white. I stride down the cracked concrete driveway but stop abruptly next to my recently petrol-siphoned car. Should I turn left past the houseRead more…
I have curly hair. No, I’m not talking about a single, vague ‘S’ shape wave that I’ve had people my entire life insist to me is curly – I’m talking real curls. On the Andre Walker hair typing system, I’mRead more…
I’m no stranger to having people make comments about the way I look. Whether it’s being described as a ‘pixie gone wrong’, told I have a ‘moderately unusual face’ or informed that I have gained/lost my adolescent puppy fat, I’veRead more…
