home isn't a place, it's a language
Last week my mam asked me if I was 'okay' in that way she does. Half Welsh, half English, her voice sliding between both languages like water. I was sitting in my flat in Cathays, looking out over the
Cardiff, bilingual, one post that moves between Welsh and English in a way that is natural for her and not a performance of identity.
Last week my mam asked me if I was 'okay' in that way she does. Half Welsh, half English, her voice sliding between both languages like water. I was sitting in my flat in Cathays, looking out over the