La vida

June 6, 2025 Diary After twentyone years of marriage, one evening my wife, Emma, turned to me and said

He got home late at night and headed straight for the shower. He didnt even have time to take his shoes

They rolled me down the corridors of the county hospital on a wheeled chair. Where to? one nurse asked another.

Emily stared at the flickering matches in the woman’s hand, watching her light them and snuff them

I still think back to those winter months when our family was scattered by grief, and the little council

The crumbling cottage of Uncle Albert was avoided by all of the hamlet of Littleford. That was easy enough

The night began like any ordinary family supper, but it ended leaving me utterly rattled. My wife, Poppy

Old Eleanor, her cheeks lined with the pale, gnawed creases of age, dabbed away the tears that traced

I turn up at the Christmas dinner with a plaster cast on my right foot and a tiny voice recorder tucked

Martha Hawkins, 87, and Ethel Barlow, 84, had been sharing a modest stone cottage in the heart of the