In the spotlight: your writing who am i? prose who am i?

NATALIE had done it again: spoken without thinking. Honestly, she sometimes thought she consisted of two people. There was the sensible Natalie who recycled her cardboard, and an inner, loose-lipped N

Ellie was looking to her future – until she saw a face from her past

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

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

IT was one of those overheard snatches of conversations that immediately makes you keen to hear the rest of it. “You know, I really wasn’t in the mood to go,” the woman on the seat in front of me was

LETTERS