Diary Entry January Treading homeward from my night shift, I, John Hammond though everyone in our village

On a bitter January morning, with the mercury plummeting below minus thirty, I trudged home from my night

My sister hadnt spoken to me in eight years. Then, on Saturday, she called as if nothing had ever happened

You sit about at home all day and do nothingafter those words, I resolved to teach him a lesson.

My husband didnt hold my hand when I miscarried. He took my fingerprint. My husband didnt hold my hand

Well have to crash on your sofa for a while, we cant afford a flat of our own!said my old friend Clara

My sister hasnt spoken to me in eight years. Then, this Saturday, she rang as if nothing had ever happened

My sister hadnt spoken to me for eight years. Then on Saturday, as if nothing had ever happened, she

The Girl With One Photograph I saw her on my very first day. She sat on the last bunk by the wall, looking

“Go Away and Don’t Bother”: A Mothers Last Journey They had lived a long, uneven life