Emily Taylor

My name is Margaret Elizabeth, and I’m sixty-three. All my life, I’ve tried to be a decent mother, an

Oh my goodness, I’m absolutely gobsmacked—my mother-in-law wants to move in with us and give her flat

**Diary Entry – A Lesson in Loss and Letting Go** “Margaret traded her grandchildren for an old

She traded her grandchildren for an old dog, then silently buried her guilt. “Daisy, get your boy

My name is Margaret Whitmore. I’m sixty-three years old. All my life, I’ve tried to be a decent mother

**Diary Entry** She traded her grandchildren for an old dog, then buried her guilt in silence.

My name is Margaret Harris. I’m sixty-three years old. All my life, I’ve tried to be a decent mother

My life turned upside down—not the day my husband and I adopted a rescue dog, nor when I learned I was

My life turned upside down not on the day my husband and I adopted a dog from the shelter, nor when I

I tore ties with my own mother because of a dog. And I regret nothing. My life didn’t shatter the day