It took us 22 years to have our first date

I remember the conversation where we ended our marriage. It was a typical grey, drizzly January day as we sat at opposite ends of our big sofa in our big house, separated by the elephant I had finally

Stranded on a Moroccan mountain, Jane Johnson thought she was going to die. But one random phone call changed everything. Here the Cornish author reflects on an unlikely but lasting love story

I’VE never met anyone who writes letters before. Not with actual pen and writing paper.” From the way Abbie is looking at me, anyone could be forgiven for thinking I am in the middle of some complicat

I WAS only five when Elaine first came into my life. She was tall and dark skinned, with a perfume that smelled of roses and big necklaces in bright colours that bounced as she laughed. Whenever my da

Take a look at this,’ Lizzie beckoned Sarah over to where she was scrolling through photographs on her computer. They gazed at the pictures of a happy bride and groom, neither of them in the first flu

EVERYONE seems to have a favourite season, don’t they? My sister, for example, has always loved winter. She says there’s nothing to beat a cold, clear day when the ground is hard and sparkling with fr