Bereavement
Why I had to let go of my late sister’s house
Why I had to let go of my late sister’s house
A flawed utopia: The Men, by Sandra Newman, reviewed
The problem for feminism is men. Not, specifically, in the sense that men are the source of women’s problems, although…
Letters: The true cost of the green dream
Zero possibility Sir: Katy Balls is right to conclude that the government is ‘not being upfront’ on the bill for…
Mourning sickness: our conspiracy of silence over grief
Why are we so scared of other people’s grief?
The importance of a good funeral
A proper funeral is a great comfort
Eccentric, artist and storyteller: in memory of my mother Doreen Sanders
Indian Ocean coast ‘I love you’ became just ‘love’, and that was the last word Mum was able to say…
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I’m getting another horse — but it’s not for me
Sitting on the train to Surrey, I was halfway home and texted the builder boyfriend to say when I would…
Susie Boyt neatly skewers the self-help trends
Grief is not being able to eat a small boiled egg. ‘Could you face an egg?’ the widowed Jean asks…
The NHS has forgotten the art of a dignified death
Ten years ago, the National Health Service eased my father’s final days. My mother, this year, was not so lucky
Losing my son and the end of my life’s summer
Hedonism, tragedy and me
