In my 20s, touring small arts centres with my best mate, performing sketch comedy to a handful of people.

On my wedding day, 21 July 2018. Mark and I had been together for 17 years but, having got through breast cancer treatment, we decided we’d finally get married.

Every morning when I go into our three-year-old’s room. He’s so happy to see you, it’s a moment of heaven.

A few weeks ago, walking on the beach in Anglesey with my dogs and my husband.

Late one Sunday afternoon, my three-year-old granddaughter, out of the blue, took my hand and said she wanted to whisper something to me. Could we go for a ride around the block before we all sat down for dinner? Just the two of us? Holding hands as we walked to and from the car in the driveway: Bliss.

It’s a tie between Vernon Eulion Jordan Jr., Wole Soyinka, and Oprah Winfrey. All are fearless, all know themselves, all have examined themselves, and all are comfortable with what they have seen.

That we will be remembered as a people who locked our fellow citizens in cages and who believe that some people are rich and some people are poor because “it’s their nature” and that racism and poverty are inevitable parts of the order of things; that M.L.K. and Bobby Kennedy died in vain; and that no one any longer believes what M.L.K. said in his Nobel Prize address in Oslo: “There is nothing new about poverty. What is new, however, is that we have the resources to get rid of it.”