Author: Emily Taylor

My son got married when he was already 33. These days its quite normal, but back then it seemed rather late.

Something bizarre and barely comprehensible rippled through the church during the christening of this

This morning, as Dad was driving to work, he stopped at a petrol station to fill up the car.

I never knew my father, and my mother rarely visited. Only much later did I learn from my guardians how

My father always washed his own socks. He saw them as personal items and would have been mortified if

You know, my son and his young wife have this little rented flat just around the corner from me.

I bent down towards the old sheepdog. She looked at me with a resigned expression, then turned away.