For me it begins with a weekend of moving to a new house. Prioritising the unpacking of records […]
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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 […]
Whenever I imagine my father, he’s almost naked. For three years after my parents divorced, I spent every […]
I found a snapshot of my father taken before I was born, a black-and-white print on foxed paper […]
I paint the shed a gun metal blue and fix the rotten wooden panels at the base where […]