By Evangeline Jennings
Here in Texas, we’re still waiting for autumn and there are no trains worthy of the name, but our metaphorical leaves are turning and falling now and we can’t put this off any longer. We’re pulling the plug on Pankhearst and putting the poor old girl out of her misery. Call it a mercy killing. Or a partial life abortion. Whatever, we don’t care. It’s time.
Moving forward, Lucy and I plan to focus on fiction–writing it, publishing it, and editing it–all under the new name Furious.
Many thanks to everyone who contributed to Pankhearst over the last three or four years.
Posterity will surely agree: we did some stuff and no mistake.