Walton Merritt

I never thought Id feel jealous of my own child. It sounds awful, even just thinking it. But thats the truth.

When my brother turned eighteen last month, he caught us all off guard with an announcement he wanted

Thomass parents didnt agree with his choice of partner, going as far as to cast him out of the house.

From the very beginning, I sensed that my husbands younger brother, Andrew, and I would never see eye to eye.

My name is Andrew. After my mum passed away, my father eventually remarried. His new wife brought with

My husbands mother always had a habit of poking through other peoples cupboards, until the day she found

I married at a tender age, out of sheer love. We had courted for four years before we pledged ourselves

During severe flooding, a wild lynx was swept into a swollen river and began to struggle in the current.

While we were busy cobbling together a rather British supper in memory of our dearly departed father

I moved back in with my mum at thirty-eight. Never, not in my wildest dreams, did I imagine Id be living