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Earlier this year, I took a Creative Writing class in a rare spurt of courage. It was terrifying and incredible and I loved every second. One of our first assignments was to write a short piece that described ourselves through someone else’s eyes. The teacher said we could pick any moment in time- it didn’t … Continue reading Untitled 1.

Untamed

“Mummy, why come my hair isn’t soft like yours?” I drop the comb into my lap and sigh. “It’s HOW come, baby. How come.” She shuffles round to look up at me from her spot on the floor, and my breath catches in my throat. Every time I look at her I see her father. … Continue reading Untamed