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  • Enough

    I had a couple of minutes to throw myself together and get myself and my two littles out the door. I stepped into my momiform, running my fingers through my hair with one hand while...
  • Divided

    While on the bus to the Lake District, I take a scarf and cover my eyes. The bus is loud and I already feel overstimulated. Sense, of all sorts, is overwhelming; I’ve had to...

In Transit

In Dublin she wrote.   It’s what she did when she was angry.  The names of all the pubs irritated her skin.  MacDonagh’s.  MacDougal’s.  Mac this, Mac that.  The name...