How do you envisage a prison library? The one at HMP Wands­worth is commodious, with deep chairs and shelves packed with ...

In the vanishing light of a mid-November Saturday, at the damp end of a week of low cloud, in the wake of a gut-churning ...

I am really scared right now. I know I am not the only one. The source of this fear is no mere private matter, but what I ...

She was born late in the nineteenth century and was, for me in the middle of the twentieth century, a love, a saint and an ...

My father was born in a Dublin orphanage in 1935, where he spent the first three years of his life, before being adopted by Irish Catholics in Yorkshire.

Back in the summer, I turned up for Mass at Bristol’s Clifton Cathedral, only to find it was the parish Confirmation Mass. At ...