Emily Taylor

**Cake and Other Disappointments** I watched as Helen whipped the cream for the sponge cake, her movements

**Waiting for Peace, Getting Chaos** “Mum, I told you—just us, as a family!” Claire turned

The Cake and Other Disappointments Margaret whipped the cream for the sponge cake, her movements precise

**Diary Entry – 15th October** When I was a lad, my mum told me something I’d never forget. She said, *”

“Kate, I swear, if that bloke upstairs bangs on the ceiling one more time, I’m taking him to court

**The Peace Pie** “Emily, I swear, if that Mr. Thompson bangs on the ceiling one more time, I’m

“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