An Author's Notebook

A much-loved grandmother leaves behind a precious legacy. My own one passed away a few years ago, but every so often I honour her memory by ...

Three years ago writer Ali S was due a mammogram. "I almost didn't go," she says. "At the time, I thought I really haven...

Nothing quite prepares you for a journey into your own past. Last weekend I caught the 08:42 train to Cheltenham and travelled back in time ...

Life has overtaken the blog recently. Which is a good thing, I suppose! Anyway, lots has happened over the last month or so. My main piece o...

As a family, we have hit that magical sweet spot where the kids are becoming interested in the same kind of stuff as the grown-ups. In other...

Something about the dreary weather at this time of year makes me feel more anxious than usual about life. When it rains for days on end, I w...