Hartlepool. The last one-night-stand dregs of a theatre tour, limping on for an extra month. ‘New dates added due to popular demand!’ Trying to claw back losses...
In the event I decide to open my own detective agency, I want you to stop me. I’m asking you this now, I am asking you this before it happens. If I tell you I’v...
It was a boring party, all of us standing around sipping wine and eating meat wrapped in puff pastry or pickled vegetables on toothpicks, all of us with nothing...
Raymond was out in the garage, as usual. He was building something. Sawing, drilling, hammering. Just what my headache needed.
When I went out to the kitchen...
The fish tank is there, and nobody knows why, or how, or even when it arrived. I ask my daughter this morning, ask my mother-in-law this afternoon, and the fish...
There is a photograph, a portrait of my family from 1998 that hangs on the wall in our dining nook. My 15-month-old daughter is obsessed with looking at it. In ...
I release my bike from the darkness of the shed and climb onto the cool seat, soaking in the new spring sun for a moment before I start pedaling. My skin is ele...
My father’s funeral: my aunt says a few words, my mother cries upstairs, and I sit in the boarding area of gate 23B, Guam International Airport, watching the si...
My mother is beautiful even when she bangs her head against the wall. When she does, her black, shiny hair swings back and forth and I can see, in profile, the ...
“There aren’t any sandwiches here worth eating,” you say kind of angrily, and there may not be, I’m not arguing. I’m not saying there are or there aren’t; I’m n...
