Emily Taylor

**Diary Entry** In a quiet town near Brighton, where the sea breeze carries the scent of salt and freedom

**Diary Entry** This morning at 7 AM, the doorbell rang—my mother-in-law and her nephew barging into

I decided not to tell my husband I’d started earning more. He got offended, packed his things, and went

**Diary Entry** I made the choice not to tell my husband about my pay raise, and it wasn’t an easy decision.

*Diary Entry* I chose not to tell my husband about my pay rise. He took offence, packed his things, and

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