Emily Taylor

Youre irresponsible, Mum. Go and have kids somewhere else. Emma was barely seventeen when she rushed

Edward had never considered himself a worrier, let alone a man paranoid by nature. He was a practical

The Mute Daughter of the Farmer In the winter of 1932, no one in Maple Hollow kept count of the days.

One hazy summer, I travelled to a retreat in the Cotswolds for a curious sort of fastinga grand cleaning

Mother-in-law’s Meatballs Matthew and Grace had been married for three and a half years, and in

A Quiet Rebellion from Caroline Carol, I just cant do it anymore, the voice down the line was not a plea

Margaret! came a bright, ringing call, and her friend, shaking raindrops from a scarlet mackintosh, landed

At the age of fifty-five, I found myself falling for a man fifteen years my junior, only to uncover a

From Shadow to Light Once again, I found myself sitting in the living room after a long day, a hot mug

We are not rubbish, son. Dad, I said no. Are you not listening? That old junk needs to go to the tip