His wife died unexpectedly. She dropped dead in the shower. He found her. She hardly drank, never smoked, […]
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In leafy, liberal Providence – capital of Rhode Island, America’s smallest state – the talk at dinner is […]
Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy, we wrote, on the squares in our maths books, […]
With its massive lion-claw feet and its huge bulk covered in worn brown leather, my mother’s old chair […]
And I walk with abandonment, want to walk it off. Needing to distract myself. I anaesthetise myself with my child. I feed her. I change her. I play with her. I comfort her in the night. This night is different. She’s not here. I can’t anaesthetise myself from life. I can’t distract myself. I think – mental pain suffuses me. I take pictures – this distracts me. And maybe it’s true of everyone. We distract ourselves not to feel.
Horatio Clare is an author and journalist. He has written two memoirs, the Somerset Maugham Award-winning Running for […]
After I dropped out of my PhD, I took the first job I was offered, because I needed […]
When I was eight I loved wandering around the shore near the village where I lived. When […]
We are delighted to announce that we have confirmed the headliner for our next live show: Amy Liptrot, […]
The room is filled with elderly women sitting in two rows of chairs facing one another. Silver […]