“As I began writing this in November 2019, I sat in the centre of a political firestorm,” writes Hunter Biden. “The president of the United States was smearing me almost daily from the South Lawn of the White House."
“He invoked my name at rallies to incite his base. ‘Where’s Hunter?’ replaced ‘Lock her up!’ as his go-to hype line. If you wanted, you could even buy a Where’s Hunter? T-shirt.”
“I became a proxy for Donald Trump’s fear that he wouldn’t be re-elected. He pushed debunked conspiracy theories about work I did in Ukraine and China.”
“I’ve survived worse. I’ve known success and ruin. With my mother and sister killed in an accident when I was two, my father suffering a brain aneurysm in his forties, and my brother dying from brain cancer, I come from a family forged by tragedies and bound by a remarkable love”
"My mother and little sister were killed almost instantly. Beau was pulled from the wreckage with a broken leg and myriad other injuries. I suffered a severe skull fracture."
"The next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital with Beau in the bed next to mine, bandaged and in traction. He’s mouthing three words to me, over and over: “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
"That’s our origin story. Beau became my best friend, my soulmate and my Pole Star since those virtually first conscious moments of my life.
Three weeks later, inside our hospital room, Dad was sworn into the Senate."
"After Beau died, I never felt more alone. I lost hope. I’ve since pulled out of that dark, bleak hole."
The last time I saw Kate Garraway she had just returned in triumph from the I’m a Celebrity jungle, writes @DeccaJourno. Draper talked about their son Billy’s slight difficulty in adjusting to a new primary school
What he said next has lived with me to this day, says @DeccaJourno. “I’d have to say,” he reflected, “it’s the worst thing that has ever happened to us.” Eleven weeks later, on March 30 last year, an ambulance would race Draper to hospital with Covid
High above Libya’s Mediterranean coast, the wind whipped salty and cold around the marble columns of the amphitheatre at Leptis Magna. For more than 2,000 years, this once-great Roman city has been one of the most spectacular surviving sights of the ancient world
Yet here, 75 miles from Tripoli, there are no ice-cream stalls or perspiring tourists in sunhats. Just the great ruins, built in stone the colour of freshly baked bread
“The average work day is now 11 hours,” writes @Joeli_Brearley. “Home schooling took six hours a day. For working parents, that’s 17 hours before you’ve made any food, shopped, slept, and cleaned the house, the children or yourself”
“It simply isn’t doable and the responsibility is falling on the knackered shoulders of women,” she adds
There was a bitter truth to the now infamous “Stay home. Save lives” government advert. The cartoon image showed four households, with women homeschooling children, looking after a baby and cleaning, while the only man was seen relaxing on a sofa
Women were furious at the depiction, but it was a dual frustration: yes, it was sexist, but it was also the reality for countless women who have spent the pandemic doing the bulk of childcare and housework