“I’m just pulling up these weeds.’ ‘Why?’ She thought about this for a second. ‘Well, they don’t belong here.’ ‘Oh. Where do they belong, then?’ ‘They’re just weeds, love, they don’t belong anywhere.’ Her granddaughter stuck out her bottom lip… — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
“It was the small things she took pleasure in. The faint hum of a huge furry bumble bee busily flitting from one flower to… — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
“She pined for Rick and the brief but happy life they had once shared, before his drinking had ruined everything.” — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
“I’m just pulling up these weeds.’ ‘Why?’ She thought about this for a second. ‘Well, they don’t belong here.’ ‘Oh. Where do they belong,… — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
Most importantly, what you get from a greasy spoon is a certain kind of smell that has been almost legislated out of existence. It… — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
“The little girl’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she bore the angry expression unique to babies who had just been wrenched from the… — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
“but the sudden stark reality that things were never going to be the same again.” — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
Women do not always have to write about women, or gay men about gay men. Indeed, something good and new might happen if they… — Kathryn Hughes Copy Share Image
