Emily Taylor

When I turned fifteen, Mum and Dad decided they absolutely had to have another kid. So my little brother

We had to swap the locks just to keep my motherinlaw from treating our flat like her own home.

Im sixty, living in Birmingham, and never in my wildest teenage fantasies did I imagine that after twenty

We drifted into a night like a fogfilled meadow, the kind that makes you think the sky is a soft, overripe plum.

“Your wifes always ruining our celebrations,” my mum declared to James, her voice halflaughing

My friend never sent a single penny for my wedding, and now shes inviting me to hers. Eleanor and Edward

Two years have slipped by, and my daughter has vanished from my life while Im nearing seventy.

An Unwanted Guest: When Hospitality Collides with a BanIn a tiny town on the outskirts of Lyon, we arent

The wind howled through the village of Hartwell, clawing at my coat as I trudged toward the station.

No, Mum. You wont be seeing us any more. Not today, not tomorrow, not even next year, I recollect saying