Category: women

A muted sense of joy out of cynacism

A merry-go-round was never her thing. Even on those slow-moving supposed entertainment mechanisms she would feel ill. An odd feeling of unease would overcome het. She felt an odd nostalgia around redundancy and feelings of inadequacy. If she couldn’t handle a carousel, what would happen on a rollercoaster? […]

No fizz in my bath bomb

When I first started writing this piece, I mistakenly titled it “no fizz in my barb”. I looked at it and winced. I wondered whether subconsciously I thought I was losing my snark. My wit. My comebacks. I’m usually very fast on the draw. But my head is […]