I voted for Scottish independence in 2014 but I am weary of hearing about it.
In Scotland last week, news broke of a projected rise in drug deaths and the distribution of nearly 600,000 food parcels.
We are at the dawn of a new decade and, under normal circumstances, that would fill me with feelings of hope.
Christmas Eve is traditionally one of those times of the year when you can wrap the final few presents and kick back stress-free with a beverage in the warmth of your home – but that was not the case for Annemarie Ward.
I recently spoke to a mum at the school gate who told me she called the Jobcentre to ask if she could reschedule a later signing-on appointment so she could attend her son’s Christmas school play.
Despite my frustration with the toxic nature of the current political ecosystem, I went to my polling station on Thursday for the ninth time in five years – where I am now on first-name terms with the staff – and cast my vote.
There was a time when general elections took place in or around every five years but, alas, this Thursday we will go to the polls for the third time in four years.
On December 1 2017, I decided to start tweeting anonymised encounters I had with people experiencing poverty and charting the difficulties for families living on limited incomes under the hashtag #WhenChristmasEqualsCrisis.
I attended the Dundee West hustings at St Peter’s Free Church on Perth Road last Thursday.
The royals have not crowned themselves in glory in recent months.
I recently attended an event in Dundee that brought together people from the private, the public and voluntary sectors who work together to tackle funeral poverty.
The one party for whom a bitter night is anticipated at the General Election in December is Labour.
Seven years ago, while walking over a crossing at the Westport roundabout, I found my friend John bleeding profusely having been stabbed in a drug-related attack.
Last week was a peculiar one – a melting pot of bipolar conversations with people I either do not know calling me a Tory or people I do know laughing at me.
I don’t think I have ever shared in this column that I am a big football fan.
On the 12th day of December my true love gave to me... an election win for Boris Johnson.
I found it difficult to watch the recent BBC Scotland documentary The Rise and Fall of Timex Dundee, despite the admirable stoicism and good humour of the largely female workforce.
Milly Graham has had a tumultuous three years, having survived domestic violence, sexual assault and a suicide attempt while fighting back against anxiety, depression and post-traumatic stress.
I remember the first time I ever contemplated suicide.
It is 10.05am on a mild weekday and I have just spent 45 minutes foraging through five different newsagents from one end of Dundee city centre to the other in search of three newspapers and two magazines.