From the Archives: “A Mom Reads Kipling” by Elizabeth Bastos

I am the many-armed goddess of the market-going and market-coming-back-from, a sacred balloon tied to each child’s wrist. Death of shrimp. In the middle of the night, you better believe I am the mongoose. Beside me lies the lump of Man, unconscious, who does not hear (and maybe could never hear) the stirrings of Nag, […]