Circles only have one side

When I was at grade school, I used to glance at the younger children waiting for lunch and wonder which one was having the same experiences as me the year before.  I would look at the pastel tiles on the walls, measuring out the spaces that I would inhabit.  I was a scrawny child and …

Death and Belief

This story starts in 1991, on my 20th birthday: I was due to visit my boyfriend’s parents that week but Mom wanted me to stay with her: if Frank (Louise’s dad) died in the middle of the night she didn’t want Louise, aged 7, to wake up and find herself alone in the house. The …