Emily Taylor

Heat It Up Yourself Rose Simmons placed a pot of stew on the table and glanced at her husband.

Margaret Rose Whitmore had worked at The Riverside Café for six years. She knew every regular by face

And so, we finally met Tom, whats wrong with you? asked Emily after a few moments of silence.

When I see my wife, eight months pregnant, washing up alone at ten oclock at night, I pick up the phone

Have you ever stopped to think about what a single line in someones dating profile can reveal about them?

A sleek black Mercedes-Benz rolled to a stop outside a small, modest house in a working-class area of

I Will Always Be There For You Oh, dont start this again! Weve talked about it a million times already.

No means no On Monday morning, the London office of a well-known company was alive with the familiar

Socks Oh, my darling! My lovely boy! Goodness, why are little children so sweet? Margaret exclaimed

I am 62, a literature teacher at a secondary school in York, and Ive worn the creaking floorboards and