La vida

My name is Emily, and my now-husband William is the kindest man you’ll ever meet—patient, considerate

Joyce woke up feeling unwell. Snow was falling heavily outside. She was glad she’d gone to the

“You’ve lost your mind, Daniel! That’s my room!” William Thompson stood in the doorway, keys

**A Diary Entry: Stop Whining, Start Doing** I heard Mrs. Jenkins’ voice booming through the hallway

It was one of those days that stays with you forever. The air was warm, sweet with the smell of roses

Marina Stephens stood by the kitchen window, watching a battered old Rover pull into the driveway.

Margaret Whitman stood by the kitchen window, watching a battered Ford Focus pull into the driveway.

The suitcases arrived first. “You must be mad! Where on earth am I supposed to put all this?!”

“Stop Whinging—Just Do It” A loud voice echoed down the hallway. “Emily, for goodness’

“Bloody hell, Dennis! That’s my room!” Peter Collins stood in the doorway, keys clenched