Why is it a happy domestic life is termed in ‘picket fences’? Two point five kids, and stripes mowed into […]
Dear ‘Future Kate’, You’ve always been self-aware. Sometimes cripplingly so. But there’s something about being unable to move around freely […]
Original art and poetry by Kate Briggs-Price, freelance film maker and Masters Student.
Dear Granny, I cried thinking of you today. For the first time, no… the second. I cried at your funeral […]