Author: Emily Taylor
“Friend or Not?” “Dad, stop being so stubborn! I’m not asking you to sign up for the
“To Friend or Not to Friend?” “Dad, stop being so stubborn! I’m not asking you
**Stepdad Uncle Mike** Uncle Mike was a funny bloke. Clumsy as a teddy bear, a bit on the short side
**Cousin Emily** In my childhood, my cousin Emily was someone I looked up to. She lived in London, while
“Where did you get this photo?” James paled as he stared at the picture of his missing father…
**Uncle Mike, My Stepdad** Uncle Mike was a funny bloke. Clumsy as a bear cub—short, round, and curly-haired.
**Diary Entry** *Where did you get this photo?* William paled at the sight of the missing father he’d
**Diary Entry – About Meatballs** Don’t know about other women living alone, but I seem to attract all
I don’t know about other single women, but I seem to attract all sorts of oddities. Last night, for instance
The Extra Mouth The kitchen was cramped, the table barely accommodating five—two adults and three children. “









