Author: Emily Taylor
April 12th I can still hear the cold, polished laugh that floated across the kitchen this morning.
The dairymaid was late for her flight it would be her first holiday ever, when a sleek black Bentley
13September When I was thirteen I learned to hide two things hunger and shame. Our family was so strapped
13September When I was thirteen I learned to hide two things hunger and shame. Our family was so strapped
30April Today I thought back to the day when my grandmother, Margaret, learned she was ill.
Im fiftyfive now, and at last I live for myselfno lingering guilt, no fear of being improper, no need
23March2023 Dear Diary, Tonight the house feels heavier than ever. I heard my eldest, Ivy, burst out
After twentyone years of marriage, one evening my wife Claire tells me, You have to ask another woman
When at last you see that I am growing frail, that my hands tremble as I fasten the buttons on my coat