Emily Taylor

A year had passed since the birth of our first child. The occasion was a momentous one for our whole

Ive had enough, thats it, Im leaving! How much more can I take! Ive had enough, thats it, Im leaving!

The air was filled with the thick aroma of freshly brewed Yirgacheffe coffee, mingling with the sweet

When a colleague invited me to her wedding, I had only been at the publishing house in London for just

In days gone by, there was a rather charming scene that unfolded in the gardens of an old country inn

So, picture this theres this lovely woman called Margaret, sixty years old. Shes got two grown-up kids

Last year, our son went off to spend his summer holiday with his grandmother. He could hardly wait for

Complicated Joys I am thirty-eight. In a month’s time, I’ll have a daughter. She is fourteen.

Beatrice couldnt quite picture her parents. When her mother passed away, her father didnt wish to be

I am young when I meet this scoundrel. He treats me wonderfully, showering me with compliments and behaving