Emily Taylor

**Where the Light Doesnt Reach**In the bitter heart of winter, in the frozen, starving depths of the

**Diary Entry 12th May** *”You had a child at nearly 50? What were you thinking?”

“Take her! I was a fool to listen to you!” the stranger screamed. Im raising a daughter born

**A Diary of Love and Loneliness** My husband and I denied ourselves everything so our children could

The fairgrounds of Willow Creek were always too loud, too sticky, too vast for such a quiet, delicate

Edward Whitmore stood in the doorway, his heart pounding like a drum as he watched the scene unfold before him.

The husband sent his wife to the countryside to help her lose weight, though his real motive was to enjoy

The mother was released on parole after serving time in place of her son, who had sold the house and

The moment I retired, the trouble began. Age has a way of revealing the loneliness thats been quietly

**Diary Entry: A Winters Night That Changed Everything**I watched the snow fall through the wide attic