In a downmarket flat in a comfortable English town there lived a shy grandma. She lived with a guilt she didn’t suppose it would ever

There are Union Jacks on my street, and in these egalitarian eyes they’re not a pretty sight. In spite of the XR and BLM messages

There were four of us at the table, all of us heartbroken but committed, and none of us sure what to do – not just

Last Sunday, in Quaker Meeting, a wonderful woman called Marjorie, who is 91, ‘gave ministry’ about risk. She didn’t actually use the word, but she

This year will be different, I say – sometimes out loud. This year I will give everything, I promise myself. Because if we don’t change

Recently, two years after my last author-in-school visit, a teacher from a comprehensive asked if she could book me for a Diversity and Inclusion Day.

Late in life I am experiencing two new kinds of love. I’ve never before felt the acute, fearful and grieving love of life on Earth

I’m a Rebel. And I’m against so many, many things, that no doubt the Gerard Depardieu character in Green Card would say, his gentle pity