April 12 I watched Anna stare at Margaret, her eyes cool and steady, none of the anger or fear one would
I sit in the village clinic, listening to the floorboards creak click, clack, click, clack as though
The operation had begun with a sudden crack, the lights went out, and darkness swallowed the theater.
Early spring had just settled over the culdesac on the outskirts of Birmingham. Little Emily, a fouryearold
A lone, sorrowful mother sat by herself at a wedding, the object of everyones snide jokes, when a sharpdressed
Emma, a lone mother, sat despondent in a corner of a wedding reception, the object of whispered ridicule.
25 June 2025 Today marks the seventh decade of my life, a milestone I never imagined reaching alone.
22April I dropped by Aunt Margarets flat today to hand her some paperwork. We only ever meet at Christmas