Emily Taylor

**Retirement Journal: Learning to Live for Oneself**When I walked through my office door for the last

My name is Jean, 72 years old, and I live alone in an old house on the outskirts of a small village that

**Diary Entry** My brother William married six years ago, and since then, neither my parents nor I have

The heavy oak door creaked as I stepped into my gallerythe only place where grief couldnt swallow me whole.

The whiskey didnt do anything. Nothing helped.I was alone in my penthouse, eighty stories above the city

This is no fleeting affair, Victoria. Ive lived a double life for seventeen years, said Dominic, nervously

This is no fleeting affair, Victoria. Ive lived a double life for seventeen years, said Dominic, nervously

**Diary Entry** *Today, I find myself reflecting on an old memoryone that still aches in quiet moments.* “

On her way to the village shop, Emily suddenly recognised the mother of her first true love in the elderly

After descending the slope toward the river, Michael assessed the cats chances of survival.