The Quill

Behind those who can wave their faces like banners and announce their names with the gusto of a game show host, there are hundreds—no, thousands—of women forced into the daily, death-defying act of tightrope-walking: The greatest show on earth.

This is more than a blog article; it's a call-to-action for Terf Island. We all contribute a small amount of money through National Insurance and the welfare system.

It’s not the pumpkin spice or the fake cobwebs that haunt me, but the sight of fall jackets emerging from their closet hibernation, like bears roused by distant screams.

My mom knew all about life being unfair. When she was 29 she had the flu, a pretty nasty one, they think it was Legionnaires’ disease.