Mary Wakefield

I visit because I like Alice and because it’s easy. She lives just round the corner. But I’ve also found myself taking mental notes for my own old age

I’ve become horribly aware, since reading Abigail Shrier’s Bad Therapy, of how often my eight-year-old is asked to focus on his feelings

How much of a smartphone’s terrible pull is contained in its hyper-real backlit colors — each bright app the product of billions worth of research?

Towards the end of last year, I began to see what looked to me like addict behavior on the streets of London

‘It’s strange for me that you think I’m an artist. I think I’m a soldier’