“Step away from the rope, ma’am!” There‘s not even a hint of mercy in his tone. I mutter my apologies and move on. I’m in Boston’s...

I didn't necessarily expect to be dressed in a Bigfoot Research Institute lab coat in a room full of small children, but it wasn't a...

“You have a writer’s name.” My Creative Writing professor at Glasgow University was Professor Michael Schmidt. To be brutally honest, I...

The first thing I see when I step into the room is Michelle Obama lurking in the corner. I don't realise at the time, but it's lucky I...

I'm writing this post from a wee plastic chair in a small-town laundromat called Sunshine. The walls are adorned with canvases...

“Trump is a bawheid.” Whilst I didn’t directly prompt this declaration (because, of course, I couldn’t possibly indicate what my personal...

I’m writing this post from a cute little inn in New Hampshire, where my swoon-o-meter is off the scale and I’m looking into cancelling my...

I have a confession to make. Despite considering myself a reasonably sharp member of the human race it took me a day and a half of...

If I had to assign blame, I'd probably point a finger at Ten Things I Hate About You.

In an English teacher's calendar, January equates to senior prelim exams, folio redrafting and, for those of us with absolutely no...