Emily Taylor

In a time not so long past, there lived a woman named Eleanor. Her labour began unexpectedly—too soon

My son doesn’t want to talk to me anymore… and I don’t even know when he became a stranger to me.

“Never mind, there’s still time to find my son a proper girl!” declared the mother-in-law.

She gave up her son for a beauty salon. And I—I took him as my own. Olive’s labour came suddenly—too

Sometimes it feels as though I’m not living in reality but trapped in some absurd theatre play.

Sometimes it feels like I’m not living in reality but in some absurd play. My son, a grown man, acts

Olivia’s labour began unexpectedly—prematurely, in her eighth month. The doctors acted swiftly, and within

The ache doesn’t always come from outside. Sometimes it festers within, gnawing at the heart drop by

Sometimes I think I’ve stumbled into an absurd West End farce rather than real life. My son, a grown

We had to change the locks to stop my mother-in-law from meddling in our flat. My husband and I have