Emily Taylor

**BETTY-COUSIN** My cousin Betty was the absolute queen of my childhood admiration. She lived in Manchester

**The Hourly Granny** I stood before the bathroom mirror, my hand trembling as I held the mascara wand.

ZOE THE COUSIN My double cousin Zoe was my childhood idol. She lived in Manchester, while I was brought

**Exhale** Yesterday, Kate turned forty-seven. Two years ago, her life had shattered. Strange how such

The Primrose He was just a lad—freckled, a little clumsy, with a clumsily tied tie and bright eyes that

**Exhale** Yesterday, Katie turned 47. Two years ago, her life had been shattered. It’s ironic how such

“Who do you think you are, telling me what to do?” Peter snapped, turning abruptly from the

**Diary Entry: The Arrival of My Son** One dreary autumn evening, I realised a son had taken residence

He was just a boy—freckled, slightly clumsy, with a crookedly tied school tie and shining eyes that gazed

One damp autumn evening, I realised my belly had become home to a son. I knew right away it was a son—not