Manuela's diary

This story begins in the arms of Fatou, a 20-year-old African woman. African women - and Africans in general - don't usually hug, but then...

"Hi Grandma, it's me, Manuela, I'm calling from Paris! What's our recipe for scones again?" This story begins with a grandmother in Barcelona, her granddaughter...

One autumnal Sunday, my grandmother invited my mother and I round to watch a film together. A girly afternoon. Grandfather and father were out, probably...

I hold the steering wheel of my car and look to the horizon. The chapter of my life that I've just closed drives me forward,...