No one knows how to socialise any more in New York, so I’m playing safe and opting out of normal life a tiny bit longer, says Guardian columnist Emma Brockes
Bedridden, and unable to move, I realised that I had spent my life running from misery. It was time to confront it, says author and journalist Helen Russell
From orchids to apple trees, readers share their stories of the plants that kept them busy, lifted their spirits and distracted them from the endless Zoom meetings
Mauro Morandi had to leave his solitary island life. Having been cooped up with others for months, it could be appealing, says Guardian columnist Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett
During the pandemic, I have gone from uttering a few words of encouragement to myself to full-blown arguments. I’m not the only one. I asked psychologists what purpose this serves