Harlan Covington

My daughter and I sat together, weeping: after twenty years of marriage, my husband had left me… with

I placed three small meatballs on my plate—my husband flared up and snapped that I needed to lose weight.

My heart shatters with grief and dread. My daughter-in-law seeks to strip me of the home I’ve cherished

My life is a series of losses and miracles that taught me to cherish the warmth of family and the kindness

I once let my son and his family move in with me. Now I live in rented accommodation while my former

**Diary Entry** I still recall that day as if it were a blur—the phone call from my sister, her cheerful

Forty-seven years. Almost half a century. Nearly my entire life. We had weathered youth, maturity, illness

I once tore apart my son’s marriage because his wife couldn’t bear children. Then life showed me who

My name was Emily Whitmore, and I always prided myself on being the sort who helped others, especially

**A Lesson She Won’t Forget** I’ve always prided myself on feeling young at heart. Age is just a number