OnDusk

Hitting Home by Siv Parker Dear reader, this post is full of triggers.  But quite frankly, I am not dragging the dead carcass of endless, inexcusable and swiftly smoothed over 'male on female violence' into 2016.  Writing gets it out of my head. I rarely see actual violence these days.   But I know what it looks like.  Years ago I was part of the unofficial rescue team for my partner’s brothers – both of them, his brothers who drunk or sober, high or low, beat their girlfriends, destroyed their homes and cried about how they were the unlucky ones. I tell you, I wasn’t very sympathetic. I didn’t like either of them. I disliked the mother even more, who would ring at all hours expecting us to retrieve one or the other and some days BOTH of them because she was worried the police might be called. Call the police, was my response. She’d coo in this horrible wet-lipped mumble.   I took it for some kind of baby talk, an...