
Eating my Grandmother: An archaeology of Grief
In case death was a sham they tied a string onto a cooling foot and watched or listened as the body curled shifting with…
Read MoreIn case death was a sham they tied a string onto a cooling foot and watched or listened as the body curled shifting with…
Read MoreI have just finished reading Anna Goldsworthy’s Quarterly Essay: Unfinished Business. It is an intelligent and exhaustive look at women, power, misogyny and feminism…
Read MoreShe pauses in the hallway. She stops. I glance over my shoulder. She has seen someone, perhaps someone standing in the other room. Behind…
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