“Kate, I swear, if that bloke upstairs bangs on the ceiling one more time, I’m taking him to court
A slender little hand reaches through the wire fence, stretching toward the ripe strawberries.
**The Tale of a Farmer** There once was a farmer—your average, run-of-the-mill chap. Not exactly rolling in money.
**An Unexpected Joy** No one at the university department knew—or would have believed—that Valerie Whitmore’s
TWO LATTES. “Good evening, Margaret Elizabeth! The usual two lattes?” I ask with a smile
**The Peace Pie** “Emily, I swear, if that Mr. Thompson bangs on the ceiling one more time, I’m
“Mum, do you care?” “Mum, did you ever want to be an artist?” Emily sat at the
**The Tale of a Farmer** There once was a farmer. An ordinary bloke, not particularly wealthy—just an
Mother, Mother-in-Law, and Me on the Edge “Are you sure beetroot won’t harm the baby?”
My husband’s sister always expects us to spoil her kids rotten. She’s the queen of vague hints.