Emily Taylor

For a man, short stature can feel like a cruel twist of fate. Andrew Burton had always been ashamed of

ON FOOT TO THE STARS “Mrs. Hawkins, breakfast.” The orderly wheeled a cart into the room.

Today was her birthday. From dawn, calls flooded in, disrupting her morning routine—yet each interruption

From her pension, Mrs. Doris allowed herself a little indulgence apart from paying her utility bills

— Max! You little rascal! Get over here right now! Grandma Nancy was sweeping up the broken cup from

For a man, short stature can feel like a cruel twist of fate. Andrew Barlow had been self-conscious about

WALKING TO THE STARS “Taylor, breakfast.” The nurse wheeled the cart into the room.

I am not ashamed! I’m proud to have been born in the countryside! Greetings. I’

— Max! You little rascal! Get over here this instant! Granny Annie was busy sweeping up the pieces of

That’s the way it is for me – alone and melancholy at Christmas and New Year I have a friend I’