It’s party time. Another rite of passage lately – the teenage party. The campaign began months before, a subtle and effective manoeuvring of the notion from a slight suggestion to an in-the-calendar fact. I tried to think of a reason to say no, but there really wasn’t one. The teen in question and his friends […]
To a teenager
I see you, teenage child. With your swagger and secrets. Sticking your flag in new territories. Of course, I’m boring. Show me a mother who isn’t. It’s our gift. To you. A life solidified – a crash mat made of person. Ready for your ungrateful bounce.
Something I wrote – Talking like a teenager
Here’s another writing exercise, you might like. It came from the week we looked at The Panopticon by Jenni Fagan. I’m fairly sure proper literary types are supposed to study the book and its inhabitants from a dispassionate point of view. However, I just loved Anais, the tragic kid at the heart of the story. […]