13May I got home later than Id ever thought I would. I turned the key, slipped inside and let the door
My name is Poppy Clarke. When I first met her, I was twentytwo, a weight as heavy as stone pressing on
Emma, think a hundred times before you sign away your baby, the midwife warned, her voice trembling.
Dont bite off more than you can chew, Martha snapped, her anger obvious. Your grandmothers done it, and
You shouldnt be living like a granny, Emma, when youre thirty, her mother said, settling beside her on the sofa.
Another envelope for them, and all we get is a jar of pickles? I think, eyeing the kitchen table at my
Dear Diary, It was only when Ethel fell ill that I finally learned the truth about her father.
Hell be living with us The doorbell rang with that sharp, insistent chime that means someones at the door.
Lucy was pulling weeds in her garden when she heard someone calling her from the yard. She dabbed the