‘Clearing Out Mum’ by Julia Webb

Clearing Out Mum It’s like unreeling yards and yards of tangled wire, or finding mice in an attic you never even knew you had. It’s like the wash-off, run-through, bleed-right hours of sorting. It’s like squirreling backwards, or finding yourself back in the town that you spent years getting out of. It’s like a thousand keys without a lock, (or a thousand locks without a … Continue reading ‘Clearing Out Mum’ by Julia Webb