The old woman on the train is judging me this morning. She’s sitting across from me, staring into last night’s makeup – an abyss of mascara and regret – and she knows I haven’t been home. My mistakes are etched into every wrinkle on her face, and it’s as if her distorted skin is lecturing me about what I’ve done –...

I remember when I was younger, my family lived in this little grey cottage on a 50-acre estate in Dover Massachusetts. At the time, my parents were scarcely older than I am now, and didn’t have much money, so they worked as caretakers on the estate to subsidize rent. My sister and I, we saw this place as a never ending fantasy land: fields of buttercups, forests...

In which two people who have been together for a long time, and still seem happy about it, have a dispute about where things go in the kitchen. “Lizzie we obviously have a disagreement a about where this lives.” “Well, I don’t know where it lives.” “It lives right here, you see?” “Ok fine, now I know!” “Yes...