La vida

In the corridor of a women’s clinic, an elderly woman sat on a bench. Beside her was a slender teenage

**Grandfather’s Concerns** John Whitaker had been a widower for six months. The sharp, burning grief

James sat in the kitchen with his wife, Emily. She bustled about the oven, chatting nonstop while he

**Diary Entry** I’ll never forget the day I sat in the waiting room of a women’s clinic in London.

**Johnny the One-Love** Every weekend, Johnny tinkered with his motorbike in the garage behind his house.

Emily tried to swallow her tears, not wanting to ruin the gathering. She adjusted her jumper over her

Long ago, in the quiet village of Chipping Norton, an aging woman named Margaret tended her apple orchard

**Diary Entry:** I suppose people think I’ve been unbelievably lucky in life. I always hated my name—Maisie—and

During the divorce, my wife and I were dividing our possessions when she suddenly shoved a cage toward me.

A Lesson for Life Margaret watched her grandson Peter with a mix of fury and disappointment, itching