We called in to see him between running errands. My mother led the way—through town and up a […]
Author: Adam Farrer
I point my five-year-old finger towards the fish, asking my father about how it got there. He stands […]
For me it begins with a weekend of moving to a new house. Prioritising the unpacking of records […]
“You snowballed me!” she said through tears. You betrayed me. You shamed me. You broke my heart. “You […]
I undress and my jumper falls into a warm heap on top of my foot. I am still […]
The doorbell rings. Dad. It’s weird he’s ringing the doorbell to his own house. Well, what used to […]
I’ve only seen my father cry a handful of times. There’s an immediate sense of betrayal in typing […]
Most of us have been there. You are at a party, glass of wine in hand. More often […]
I’m on the train going to see Him after work on a Wednesday. It’s one of the new […]
I was wearing a ribbed white tee shirt with a wide scoop neck and faded khaki pants with […]