Emily Taylor

I’m 65 years old, and I can’t stand when someone comes to my house. Many might judge me

I discovered love at the age of 65, but during the wedding, my late husband’s brother stood up

I’m still your son, Mum: a letter I couldn’t help but write Mum, perhaps sometimes you sit

I’m 65, and I can’t stand having people over at my house. Now, some might judge me, but I’

I’m 65 years old, and I can’t stand having people over at my home. Some might judge me, but

I’m still your son, Mum: a letter I couldn’t not write Mum, you probably sit in the kitchen

My ex-husband promised our son a flat, but with a condition—I must marry him again. I’m sixty and live in Bath.

I’m still your son, Mum: the letter I couldn’t help but write Mum, I imagine you sometimes

My name is Mary. I’m fifty-five, and I come from Bath. Yes, I’ve just become a mother.

My life took an unexpected turn at sixty. I reside in Exeter. After two decades of silence, the past