A bitter winter storm had settled over the quiet village of Willowbrook, draping the countryside in a
“Ive invited Mum and my sister to ours for New Years,” my husband announced one evening on
On New Years Eve, as our whole family gathered around the festive table, my daughter Emily and her husband
“Ugh, homeless woman!” passers-by sneered, glancing at the elderly lady lying in the mud.
Age Is Just a Number: A Life in the Whirlwind of Passion Margaret was preparing for her sixtieth birthday.
I gave my daughter a flat for her wedding. Only later did I realise Id made a terrible mistake.
“You threw me out at fourteen, and now you expect me to care for you in your old age?
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across Hyde Park as Emily Whitmore strolled alongside her border
“Lizzie, I think… I hit a cat…” I gasped into the phone. “And?”
The rain lashed against the glass roof of Julian Whitmores sprawling estate just outside London.
