Permission to reinvent: granted!

You don’t have to be an artist in the traditional sense. Focus instead on small, safe, sustainable steps that add more joy to the everyday

I turned 50 this year and threw my arms wide. Not for a facelift or a sports car, but for the sheer privilege of still being here. My mum died at 59 from breast cancer. When you have that fact stitche

Q‘I feel like I’m permanently switched on and running at full tilt. Work is relentless – I run a department in a multinational and, after losing two team members who were never replaced, I’ve ended up

My daughter’s having to start thinking about what she wants to study at university. Aside from the fact that I can’t believe I’m old enough to have a daughter that’s almost an adult, it’s naturally pr

If you’d told my younger self that my 50s would be the decade I’d run three independent bookshops, put on huge author events with the likes of Michael Palin and Matt Haig, and win a FutureBook Award,

Busyness as a badge of honour. Missed moments with loved ones. A whirring mind alienated from a neglected body. These were all symptoms – or occupational hazards – of being a success. Or so one founder thought, until the reckoning came. Here, she shares her learnings from the other side