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 Bhachu-Nankervis 