I Learned Cruelty From My Mother.

There is a photograph. I am eight years old, wearing a black coat, with a brown-black faux fur collar and cuffs, and a matching faux fur hat. I am not sure exactly which outfit I'm wearing underneath, but I have a strong memory urge to say the orchid-magenta, soft denim trousers, with small white daisy… Continue reading I Learned Cruelty From My Mother.

Ciona Speaks, #1.

I started this blog over a year ago with the intention of it being a place where I could share aspects of my life in forms that would otherwise not have an outlet outside of a diary, or a notebook, that would only ever be used for and seen by myself. The public exposure of… Continue reading Ciona Speaks, #1.