Emily Taylor

For eight years I lived in marriage with my husband, thinking he was an ordinary man, but during the

A few months back, a peculiar evening unfolded in the heart of England. William was driving home from

This whole thing played out like one of those odd English dreams where I cant pin down whether Im young

Who knows where the river of fate will turn For the past month, John had seemed distant, lost in thought

I’m thinking we should order purple wallpaper, my husband told me. Dont you realise it clashes

Oh, Mum, youre frying fish again, said Emily as she peered into the kitchen. Its almost as if Ive opened

My husband and I were completely stunned! Margaret, now in her fifties, recalled. Its beyond telling, really.

My relationship with my parents unravelled sharply when I began making choices guided by my own desires

Love Yourself, and Everything Will Be Fine Outside, the wind was howling, and heavy snow swept across

As I stepped onto the double-decker bus headed towards school, my gaze fell upon a man in his fifties