She was always on her feet. Cooking. Washing. Ironing.

When he first said my diagnosis, I couldn’t believe it. There must be another PTSD than post-traumatic stress disorder, I thought. I have only heard of war veterans who have served on the front lines...

Some women marry houses.

I don’t pretend to be an ordinary housewife.

In the back of the fridge I checked out some stewed apples destined to fester. I examined them closely and reckoned they had only a day to go, even by my standards. I spooned the...

Of course, after I retire I want to be the housewife, really.