The raw unscripted life of Natasha Hurst

As I draw near to the end of my degree, I can see the doorway in the distance. For so many years, my life has revolved around study. Now, s...

I've started writing this blog more than once. The first version was about integrity. It sounded lovely. It was also, if I'm complet...

As I was looking back through old photos, piecing together a collage for my son's upcoming 21st birthday, I stumbled across ...

In fifteen weeks, I will finish my degree. Some days that feels exciting. Other days it feels terrifying. For years the finish l...

There are moments that divide your life into two parts: before this, and after this. Six years ago, I chose a prophylactic mastectomy due ...