Author: Mitsuko Nagasaki

When England Claims You Inch by Inch and Home Forgets the Warmth: The Emigrants Betrayal of Going Back

I woke up early this morning to the sound of Mum groaning in pain.Rubbing my eyes, I hurried to her bedside.

I married just three months after leaving secondary school.I was only eighteen, with my school jumper

So, let me tell you about something that happened to my mate Oliverhes 54, a good bloke, been married

I cant do this anymore. Why does it always fall on me? What more can I possibly give? I remember that

Cast out from the small flat theyd called home, a mother and her child found themselves one bitter evening

I lied to a mother who was crying, looking her straight in the eyes, because I spotted the crumpled pharmacy

So, I moved in with him thinking wed be starting fresh, but I ended up crashing on the sofa in what was

I’m utterly worn out. And no, this isnt some vague emotional fatigueI mean I am physically, mentally

LONELINESS TOGETHER Thirty-eight years ago, Margaret brought her future husband, Edward, home to meet