The Mother marched her son past the kettles and toasters. “I’m returning him,” she told the sales assistant. “This child is not suitable.” The boy fidgeted with the buttons on his school blazer, lip trembling. “Stop fiddling, Jeremy!” The Mother… Continue Reading
My mother keeps a jar of Loneliness in the cupboard: top right hand corner, next to the packet of Seething Resentment; both are past their sell by dates, both hardened and crystallized in the suffocating air. I beg her to… Continue Reading
editorial by Camille Gooderham Campbell From the Editors Well, here we are again—our 96th Table of Contents post, and EDF’s 8th Birthday! As we go forward, we’re looking at some big changes, even (maybe, hopefully) a new look for the… Continue Reading