Emily Taylor

My husband vanishes between work and his mother, while I drown in loneliness… For over a year now

“My daughter-in-law is living off my son’s hard work!” my mother-in-law exclaims, accusing me of laziness

All my life, I’ve lived in a village near York. Ever since I was a child, the land has been more than

“My daughter-in-law is taking my son for a ride!” my mother-in-law shrieks, accusing me of idleness while

“My daughter-in-law is living off my son’s back!” shrieks my mother-in-law, accusing me of laziness while

“Would you mind boxing that up for us?” – The visit I will never forget. Sometimes, life

All my life I’ve lived in a little village near York. For me, the land has never just been work—it’s

All my life I’ve lived in a village near Lincolnshire. Ever since I was a girl, the land has been more

“Could you pack up some food for us to take home?” — A visit I will never forget Sometimes

**Diary Entry** Everyone told Emily she was mad. And she knew it—truly, she did. But even with that awareness