As a mother, Mildenhall had a growing fear of the future of her country with what looked like an increasingly authoritarian government and a lack of empathy from its citizens towards vulnerable asylum seekers. Motivated by this anxiety, anger and frustration, Mildenhall put pen to paper and began to write The Mother Fault.
Number Twenty-Five crouches over, knobbly spine swaying with the rhythm of the slight breeze. In his hand he holds a pair of scissors; not the kind you’d normally see in the hands of a gardener, mind you.
He said // This is your fault.It was twenty-three years ago.When I tried to speak dirt choked mythroatso I lay on the forest floora summer storm cooling the earthand I was quietas he destroyed me.I could smell the rain that night.I can smell the dirt of the forest flooreach time it has rained since. * … Continue reading Shame
Are you a good mother? It’s a question that I’ve asked myself many times over the last 15 years, and the answer has changed more times than I’d like to admit. It was just past seven on the morning of April 24th when the warm, wriggling body of my daughter was placed on my chest. … Continue reading Good mothers with bad thoughts: A review of ‘The Push’ by Ashley Audrain