Staring at Lakes: A Memoir of Love, Melancholy and Magical Thinking

'I was fifty-two, and I was desperate to leave. To get away. And it was all because of the dishwasher. She would fill it to the brim. She would squash the dishes in so tight that they got damaged. They chipped around the edges. She said it wasn't the dishwasher that chipped the plates. They got chipped because I didn't put them in correctly.