“My son said there’s no place for me in his life anymore. How did it come to this?”

**Diary Entry** Twenty years ago, in the quiet town of York, beneath the shadow of old brick buildings

In the quiet lanes of Canterbury, beneath the arched shadows of old brick houses, Helen’s world collapsed

In their sixty-fifth year, they finally understood their children no longer needed them. How does one

I am sixty years old. I live alone. And this is not the old age I ever imagined. I am sixty.

**August 12th** It had been an ordinary evening. After finally settling my baby girl, I collapsed into

I’m sixty years old, living alone. This isn’t the old age I’d imagined for myself. I’

I’ve never lived with a mother-in-law—and I’ve no intention of putting up with daughters-in-law in my

I’m sixty now. Living alone. This isn’t the old age I ever imagined. I’m sixty. A mother to two grown-up

I’ve never lived with a mother-in-law—and I’ve no intention of putting up with daughters-in-law in my own home.