Dad leans into the steering wheel, rests his head and starts doing hippy yoga breathing. The car slows down, bogged in red brake lights. We’re in the city, driving past the pale brown Yarra River into Sunday traffic. It’s late Sunday afternoon and he’s driving me to boarding school. I know I’m not supposed to hate someone who cracked her pink bits in half giving birth to me. Of sitting in my room thinking about how much I hate my mother. I’ve been grounded for sixty-two days this year. When not at a keyboard, she can be found competing in ocean swimming and searching for the perfect flat white. Pip lives in Sydney with her partner and their gorgeous daughter, Sophie. She’s the co-founder of the relationships website, and has had short stories published in the UTS Writer’s Anthology and Wet Ink. Pip Harry is a freelance journalist who has worked on magazines for many years, including chasing celebrities as entertainment editor for NW and deputy editor for TV Week before turning herself into a yoga-loving frequent flyer as health & travel editor for Woman’s Day.
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