Dolly

AS I hang my clothes in the wardrobe of the hotel room we’re sharing, I feel my sister Clare’s eyes on me. Through a mirror, I catch the thoughtful look on her face. It’s a look that’s often there, bu

HOW DO WE CARVE OUT A LIFE THAT SUITS US – NOT SOCIETAL EXPECTATIONS? ON ENTERING HER 40S, Poorna Bell DECIDED TO EXAMINE EVERYTHING SHE’D BEEN CONDITIONED TO BELIEVE AS A WOMAN… AND THEN DO IT DIFFERENTLY

A VISIT to the local coffee shop following their Pilates class had become a welcome routine for the three retired friends. One morning Lyn ordered her favourite flat white, insisting she wanted nothin

YOU can’t just throw it all in a skip, Mum!” Bryony’s voice was muffled by a dust mask as she crouched in the loft space, carefully avoiding bumping her head on the beams. She examined a battered trun

My sister starts work at the charity shop – and change could be on the way

Look at this, Kerry!” I called over my assistant in the café I owned and ran. “What is it?” she asked. I handed her the letter. “A reviewer from the glossy local lifestyle magazine, Aspire, is arrivin