Or How One Adoption Played A Crucial Role In Three Generations Of My Family Kathleen’s arm rests on an old printing press at the Beck Isle Museum in Pickering, Yorkshire. She possibly worked this exact machine – a Colombian Letterpress Double Demi – when she was a young woman...

As it’s National Dyslexia Week, here’s a blog from the Nikki Wordsmith archives that touches on this topic in a celebratory neurodivergent way with the help of professional dog walker Jules Styles....

When I am dried up, a desert of words, feeling what I imagine it would be like to be an old woman in a time before any of the waves of feminism whetted her appetite for life, I always find myself reaching for a book called Carol. The copy...

Last September a train hurtled itself along the tracks in a sorry state from Manchester to Nottingham, it took me with it and delivered me and my frayed edges into the New Art Exchange....

How are you feeling David Shrigley?Fine, thanks. I just did some yoga. Tell me about your mother?She is 72 years old and used to be a computer programmer until she retired. She likes reading and is active in her local church. Tell me about your father?He is 72 years...