Author: Walton Merritt

“Emily, get out of my flat right now!” I can’t stand my sister and her kids anymore.

In a quiet town near York, where ivy creeps up the brick walls of old cottages and apple trees bow under

“I spent the entire dinner watching her,” I whispered to myself—my future daughter-in-law

In a quaint village near York, where the scent of blooming gardens mingles with the dust of country lanes

“Oh no, Thomas, your mother will not live with us.” I delivered the ultimatum to my husband

In a quiet village near York, where apple orchards whisper tales of days gone by, my life at 52 is shadowed

In a quiet village near York, where apple orchards whisper tales of days gone by, my life at 52 is shadowed

I don’t know if this is normal—my husband’s ex-wife is making my life miserable. In a small town near

In a quiet town near Manchester, where morning mists cling to aging brick houses, my life at 27 has become

In a quiet town near York, where cobbled streets hum with history, my life at thirty-five turned into