On her 16th birthday last year, Tamms wore a devastating black dress for dinner at The Talisman in Karen. She ordered a mocktail to make her feel sophisticated and grown, someone with agency. Also because the only thing that …
He was the kind of man who looked like he knew his way around a tasting menu, the type who’d debate the merits of single-origin coffee beans with a barista. He was affluent, I decided, observing him from my …
He sent me a half-sleepy, non-punctuated text this morning to ask me to inform you that he won’t be around today. So, in the light of his telephonic washing of hands, I feel obliged to …
She’s not squeamish around blood. She understands her knives and relishes their weight in her hands. She didn’t grow up on a farm, nor did she grow up around bovines. Or sheep. …
