Dressed in a nautical striped top, dungarees, Converse shoes and a daisy chain in my hair, I swung my arm around my little sis Aimee, then eight, and grinned up at the handheld camera. ‘Cheese,’ Aimee

Chelsea had only popped in for some nappies, when utter tragedy struck…

Shannon’s sister had finally left her abusive husband. So why couldn’t she shake a horrid feeling…

Do you remember that park you used to take me to as a kid, the one with the red, boat-shaped climbing frame? It wasn’t too far from our home in Hull where we lived. You’d often sit on a bench chatting

It’s 2013 and my best friend Clare and I are midway through one of our regular, booze-soaked weekends. We’re celebrating my 33rd birthday – the perfect excuse to really go for it. The fact that it’s S

The Irish author, 62, on escaping the news through writing, staying sober and scrolling the internet for pretty things