PIPPA BEECHENO

In my grandfather’s account of his sister’s life, he continually returns to the question: why did this happen? Could she have recovered had she not had a leu...

Motherhood and creative writing – finding a balance Afternoon nap. Bliss. No, not me – my two-year-old bouncy, babbling, bright and breezy tiny one who gets ...

Mental health - treatment and stigma, 1940-1991: A plea for vigilance Back in the 1940's, my great-aunt Jane’s hospital, St Andrews, Northampton, looked like...

(Note from Pippa Beecheno to herself before publishing, ‘A Thin Sheet of Glass’) It’s publication day. Your novel is out in the open. There’s nowhere to hide...

You’re a writer with a personal story to tell, only it is not your own. You sift through boxes of private letters written decades before and wonder whether i...