Every election is a choice between more of the same and something new. Theresa May will try to frame 'more of the same' as a good thing by saying she is a safe pair of hands. Nothing could be further from the truth. This is what more of the same means: Our NHS in crisis. Schools underfunded. Wages falling or stagnated. Foodbank usage at a record high. The government has cut everything from bin collections to social care, but the deficit has still not been fixed in spite of a trail of binned promises.
Crowdfunding is never as easy as people assume and finding a community who will support the project, financially, for the long term for altruistic rather than selfish reasons will be a challenge. And getting news up that enough people will want to read (rather than ought to) will be an even bigger challenge. Evidence-based journalism without an audience is an academic exercise. Evidence-based journalism with an audience would be a huge triumph.
This is the first time The Trussell Trust has released a report which outlines observations from foodbanks about the impact of a policy-level change and what can be done to ease any adverse side effects, before it's fully rolled out across the UK. We're raising foodbanks' concerns now, before it's fully rolled out, so our insights can inform efforts to make sure the values on which Universal Credit is built are delivered in practice as it unfolds.
Labour has often seemed uncomfortable acknowledging English identity. Gordon Brown strongly resisted ministers like me who wanted to argue for a St George's Day holiday. Ed Miliband dipped in, and out, of Englishness. This may be changing.
Migration is likely to be a first-order issue in this election campaign. It is also going to be the most contentious. Speculation on the Tories' likely strategy is running rife. So what are the options available?
Across Somalia, the country worst affected by the Horn of Africa's escalating food crisis, more than half a million people are on the move in epic scenes that show not only the desperate urgency of fundraising appeals but also, sadly, the limits of the aid agencies' reach.
As today was the day my mum was admitted to hospital due to taking an overdose and today, is hopefully the day she allows me to get her into rehab. For anyone suffering with addiction, or loving a person who is, be vocal. Take your dirty laundry outside and let people help you clean it.
I've written this because I am feeling it, right now. I am in the process of picking up all the pieces of our shattered life. I'm also writing it because I know how comforting it is to know that you aren't the first person to go through it.
Giving up WhatsApp was refreshing, particularly to begin with, and gave me a lot more thinking space than I'd had in a while. Rather than being engaged in endless, meaningless exchanges, I was able to focus more on the real world.
During medical school, this was a frequent occurrence. Once qualified, donning the stethoscope made my doctor status apparent. I lost this however as soon as I got married, and with my vows I seemed to bequeath my title to my husband.
In my experience, I am more scared of the imaginable than I am of the reality. Before I was diagnosed with pleurisy as a teenager, I was convinced I had lung cancer. I wouldn't even make 18 never mind 27 like Joplin and Hendrix. When I got the diagnosis, however, I just got on with the convalescence and quite enjoyed my time out from A-Level Law.
I've always thought that a woman's natural hair is her crowning glory. It tends to have a whole shaft of luminous and subtle tones that shift around her face and flatter her complexion in perfect synchrony. No salon 'highlight' jobby can mimic the way natural hair carries the light.
So what does this mean for our planet? Well, what happens to all these garments once they're old news? Do they sit at the back of our wardrobe inevitably disposed of during a "spring clean"? Or maybe we send them off to a charity shop?
General election fever has taken over. As parties scramble to get Prospective Parliamentary Candidates in place, boost fundraising, and write manifestos, a hangover from the 2015 general election lingers - the ongoing electoral fraud investigations against a substantial number of Conservative MPs. Not only do these allegations have pointed implications for this election, but there are also wider lessons on campaign spending that still need to be learnt - but perhaps not in time.
If it was just the belief of the odd backbencher, I'd happily deal with that. As it happens, it's the belief of somebody who, however electorally unlikely, seeks to be Prime Minister. It's also the belief of the leader of my party - a party famous for its secularism and its enthusiastic support for LGBT rights, even when it wasn't popular.
The most odious articulation of this spiteful and contemptuous treatment of fellow human beings who had the misfortune of being born around the Millennium inevitably resorts to the use of the term 'snowflake'.
Mental health, two words that you will have heard numerous times over the last week. It's been all over the news. The Royal Family are getting involved and talking about their experiences as well as supporting mental health charities. Statistics are everywhere, we are being told that one in four women living in the UK are currently suffering with a mental health issue.
The caustic nature of the dialogue and sheer volume of comments was shocking. Some people said they didn't see the point of supporting the appeal because they'd been donating for years and it hadn't made one iota of difference. They're wrong.
We must learn from what happened in Calais, when the UK showed it could do what it takes to get children to safety in a crisis. Similar support must be given to children in Dunkirk currently facing an uncertain future, to prevent these children disappearing and falling into the hands of traffickers looking to exploit them.
However, if these four progressive parties agreed to an electoral pact, made this known to voters and then urged them to vote tactically, then those who want to stop the Conservatives will know they have an option.
I want your country to be my country. I want Britain to be home. I'm trying to figure out how to make that happen now, but in the meantime, all I can do is try to offer my two cents and hope you'll take my input. Because with any luck, in any time, I'll join you. And my kids will be one of you. And that means your election, especially with Brexit, matters to me immensely.
For the uninitiated, Pussy Hats are pink, woolly hats with pointy ears that proliferated during the recent Women's Marches. Catalysed by Trump's victory, the hats signify a strong statement about gender equality. Yet coming from a child who is (presumably) more interested in football and Pokémon than fashion and Pucci, my attention was pricked.