Emily Taylor

“Mum, do you care?” “Mum, did you ever want to be an artist?” Emily sat at the

Mother, Mother-in-Law, and Me on the Edge “Are you sure beetroot won’t harm the baby?”

My husband’s sister always expects us to spoil her kids rotten. She’s the queen of vague hints.

“You’re Still My Mother” “Mum, did you ever want to be an artist too?” Emily sat at the kitchen table

“Are you sure beetroot won’t harm the baby?” asked Mother-in-law, stirring the stew. “

The House by the Marsh Alice stood knee-deep in thistles and nettles, gazing at the crooked cottage with

Six months ago, my mother-in-law moved in with us. She’s got her own house and is perfectly capable of

The first time Lucy saw a lighthouse was in a book when she was five. In the picture, it stood tall and

The House at the Edge of the Fens Emily stood in the middle of the overgrown garden, waist-deep in thistles

The Lad Stepped Onto the Tube Barefoot — And Left With More Than Just Trainers It was another bog-standard