The friendship that saved me

‘Our friendships are not always going to be ...

Dear Eileen, B efore I met you ...

Our Antonella tells it how it is

WHEN Jenny and Jake broke up, at first Barry and I were shocked. Jenny had met Jake during Freshers’ Week at university and they’d been together ever since. She’d brought him home to meet us that firs

I MET Josh on the green table. He had bright red hair and a freckly nose and he spent most of the day flicking bits of paper at me. From time to time, I’d put up my hand to complain, but mostly I igno

Life has a bad habit of mirroring art. Sometimes, this can be in a deeply sad way. A while after I wrote about the assumption of guilt in a traumatised young woman with poor social skills, I watched a