My therapist couldn’t see how class shapes lives
I didn’t need to be analysed – I needed to be fed.
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Lessons from the wrong end of a fox hunt
One of the UK’s largest remaining predators, with a reputation for cruelty and cunning: the Linlithgow and Stirlingshire Hunt’s two…
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In Cumbria, gay men are outnumbered by sheep
But in the homophobic 1980s, this was no joke.
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I’m not asking if I can take a seat at the table. I am demanding you move
When I was just a snot-nosed kid, I failed my eleven-plus. And so, my life changed.
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How I reclaimed my school nickname from the bullies
In junior school they called me Nancy Clancy because I was a girly boy with a lisp. Fast forward 40…
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My childhood in chips and lamb tagine
Senses like taste powerfully evoke memories that help us understand ourselves. For those of us on cultural margins, food can…
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Every child deserves magic. So why are children of colour so under-represented in sci-fi and fantasy?
If publishers fail to see the potential for all children to be magical heroes, then those who are excluded will…
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The joy of swearing
When was the last time you really swore? It could be good for you.
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