Spare a thought for the authors who don’t look like their publishers in the middle-class literary world.
My bipolar mother made friends everywhere she went,but I’ve discovered intimate bonds don’t need to be built on the back of exposure to our deepest personal difficulties.
People seem surprised that I returned to St Albans to start a family,but I love the suburb and the school where I teach.
As an adolescent,my mother told me that if I married a person from another faith,she would disinherit me. I didn’t care.