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Oversharing has its perils, but telling all about my mother worked for me

"I came to terms with it, understood it, but never really forgave it. And so, like Nigel, I overshared and felt a lot better. Call it the writing cure"


Missing Mum, 20 years on

"The next day as Dad and I sat by her bedside, watching the Grand Prix and chatting to my unconscious Mum about nothing and everything, she died. Just like that. After all those months of treatment and hope and hell and life, she just went. I would not wish her final days on my worst enemy nor our experience of them. I genuinely, 20 years on, cannot think of it, write about it or talk about it without big, rolling tears pouring. Often those tears just come, straight out of the blue and ambush me when I least expect them."