Emily Taylor

Yesterday at seven in the morning, the doorbell rang—my mother-in-law and her nephew were invading my

The in-laws at the engagement kept going on about how their daughter’s home was practically a mansion—turns

Now I’m seventy. Alone as a lone pine. A burden to my own daughter. “Darling, please come

Now I’m seventy. Lonely as a shadow. A burden to my own daughter. “Clarissa, please come over tonight

In a quiet town near Brighton, where the sea breeze carried whispers of old tales, my life at sixty was

In a quiet village outside Bath, where the cobblestone lanes are lined with rose bushes, my life at sixty

In a quiet town near Canterbury, where cottages nestle among blooming gardens, my life at sixty has become

A New Year’s Surprise for the Mother-in-Law At the New Year’s dinner table, seated across from my mother-in-law

The phone rings at seven in the morning—my mother-in-law and her nephew are invading my life.

In a quiet market town somewhere in the Cotswolds, where ivy creeps over weathered stone walls, my life