Cyrus Hargrave

Im fortyfive now, and I no longer welcome anyone through the front door of my flat. Some folk forget

Dear Diary, I stood at the kitchen sink, my hands immersed in the chill of the tap water. Beyond the

I still remember how I turned my back on my mother and felt the weight of my own guilt. You cant refuse

Dear Diary, I can still hear my mothers voice, edged with a hiss, Do you even understand what youre doing?

Dear Diary, I trudged home after a marathon of meetings, clutching the grocery bags like a weary soldier.

Thirty years ago Emily remembered her mothers eyesfull of despair and something else. Margaret never

The price of a lifelong friendship But Poppy and I have always wanted you two to end up together I know

Diary 12October2025 Grandma got bored. What on earth have you boiled, Evelyn? This is inedible!

Ive watched countless children grow up in foster homes, and were the ones whod take one in.

You’re just a meddlesome nosybody who loves to stick your nose into other people’