My son was three and my daughter five. It was the summer of 1997. James Cameron’s film had not yet appeared, but a great human tragedy was unfolding on our living-room carpet.
Leonardo’s Grave
Ian Jack
Literary London 
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Pause
‘When I think of menopause I don’t think of hot flashes; I am not here to talk about hot flashes.’ Mary Ruefle on menopause.
Mona’s Story
Urvashi Butalia on the life of transgender Mona Ahmed and her search for a feminine identity.
The Weak Spot
‘Murder class was the new thing, but of course they didn’t call it that. They called it Specialised Life Skills for Girls.’ – Sophie Mackintosh
woman is a construct
‘woman is basically meant / to be a residential complex’ – A poem by Angélica Freitas, translated from the Portuguese by Hilary Kaplan.
Aftermath
Rachel Cusk on motherhood, marriage and separation.
