I'm astute enough to know that there are people I text who couldn't care less about my life or anything I have to say in that message. Yet, I may like that person, and I know that if I didn't make the effort to reach out occasionally I'd never see or hear from them again in my lifetime. And obviously there are those that do care. I think we all just know by those who consistently leave us unread for days, or even weeks. Although it's not all black and white, and it doesn't necessarily mean...

Ten years ago, I had a good friend. Well, I had several, but this is about one person in particular. A female friend, and the relationship was strictly platonic. We’d occasionally meet for lunch, or have a cultured day out at an art gallery or a trip to the coast. Her partner at the time didn’t seem to mind. He was a kind, gentle soul and someone I respected. I mean, he may have taken one look at me and instantly realised I wasn’t a threat… but she was just a good friend I’d known for over a...

Whenever I received good news my parents were always my first port of call. As my biggest supporters it seemed only right and fair that I...