There's one sure-fire way to survive an existential crisis - listening to a good old-fashioned pep talk.
Ever sat through a three-hour lecture and felt your limbs go numb? Online learning is the antidote.
For the past week I’ve woken up every night in a cold sweat. It’s not the thought of bills, chores or work that wake me… it’s my novel.
Until relatively recent history no one knew that across the Tigress and written on tablets of baked clay buried within a mound in Nineveh, in what is modern-day Iraq, lay the oldest written piece of literature on Earth.
My first memories belong to the surreal landscape of childhood. Cushioned in tenderness, they flicker a blurred reel of mango trees, mud pies and mosquito screens. Occasionally, through the fuzz, concrete moments come into focus. For me, the first of those is the imprint of a rainy afternoon in a library. Inside this memory, I …