I’m 20. I’m sitting on a bus on my way home from trauma counselling, and I open up the book on healing my counsellor has lent me. The first page …

It’s like he died. But he hasn’t, he just lives in Woodville. It sounds like a joke, but really, it’s not. He is 24. He moved out, and left a …

It was so long ago now, but I remember the weight of his head in the crook of my arm, the elvish kink in the top of his ear, the …

Everyone has at least one major crush when they’re a teenager, don’t they? A celebrity, or a family friend. Perhaps some guy a few years above them at high school. …

When I was fifteen, I was voted the third ugliest person at school. Over twenty years have since passed. Rational adult me knows that I’m not ugly; I have had …

I felt stuck this morning seeing the birth announcement on Facebook of an old work colleague. I wanted to mark the arrival of her baby but I didn’t know what …