During one of my first seaside trips as a child, I remember getting a stick of rock and being fascinated by how the writing went all the way down the stick. More
Why is it that getting up at 7am for work can be absolute torture and require three hits of the snooze button, while 7am on a weekend morning for a long cycle in the Peak District is often an absolute... More
Imagine this: she looked at me with horrible disdain in her face and threw my artwork down on the desk. “What is this rubbish? My nana could have drawn better than this and she’s blind. Do it again. You... More
“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver. “Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.” More
Interestingly, as I was thinking about writing about kindness this month, I ended up in a conversation with my 12-year-old daughter about a lonely lad at her youth group, and whether it was her responsibility... More