This piece was the winning entry in the 2017 Feminartsy Memoir Prize. 1. My father and I went to see our therapist again the other day. Not together, but one after the other, we sit through back-to-back appointments until weRead more…
Don’t (f**king) ask me where I’m from, please
This piece was Highly Commended in the Feminartsy Memoir Prize 2017. My heels clipped the timber floor as I did one, then two laps of the room. Kyoko Imazu’s etchings, of tiny people and giant rabbits, hung on white walls.Read more…
Just another night out
**Trigger warning: this piece contains references to sexual assault** It was setting out to be an exciting night. I’d been on exchange for a couple of months now. I’d already made one of my now, three years later, best friends.Read more…
It starts somewhere – on sexual assault
It took me two weeks to report it, because it had not occurred to me that it might be a crime. Here is everyday misogyny writ large, I’d thought. Here it is, with one hand shoved proprietarily between my legs,Read more…
From Massachusetts with love: Resilience and resistance in Trump’s America.
I arrived, jetlagged, into a jetlagged nation. While I was coming to terms with the sixteen hour time difference, the traffic in reverse, and the fact that people eat marshmallow fluff on toast, those around me were struggling to makeRead more…