A Birthday Quest

She is not quite what they expected her to be, or to become. The moulds are lain out, waiting for her to settle in. Like a cat, to fill their odd shapes with her very self, bit by bit. To grow softly into their boundaries, until the moulds themselves can slip away and leave her to retain their shapes, […]

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On Breaking Moulds

“God made me and broke the mould.” –Jean-Jacques Rousseau Pink. Everything was pink. My walls, carpet, clothes, bedding – even the boxes on the abominable Barbie dolls I received in droves. And so, as soon as I was old enough to decide anything, I decided to hate pink. In retrospect, it wasn’t that I had […]

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