I remember the day Oliver stepped over our threshold. He was fivesmall, with wary eyes that seemed too large for his face. His hands clutched a...
The air smelled of roast beef with Yorkshire pudding, fish and chips, and tall bottles of fine claret. In the corner of *The Ivy*, one of...
**Monday, 15th May** In a corner of London, where the tangled overhead wires hummed like the citys veins, there lived a woman named Eleanor Whitmore. She...
My name is Oliver Whitmore. Im twenty-eight, and Im a solicitor. Yes, I have Down syndrome. But thats just one of many things about melike my...
I never thought my golden years would smell like disinfectant and lukewarm soup. I pictured myself at seventy with red lipstick, dancing waltz on Sundays in...
The morning found us on a dusty road leading away from the village. In one hand, I held little Sophies tiny fingers, and in the other,...
My kids were outraged when I asked them to pay rentin my own house. I retired three months ago. I say it calmly, but inside, its...
**Diary Entry** When the phone rang at seven in the morning, I already knewit had to be Robert. Only he would call at such an ungodly...
The prisoners final wish was to see his dog one last timebut when the animal entered the cell, something strange happened. Before the final sentence was...
**Personal Diary Entry 15th October 2024** Ive been thinking a lot about Elizabeth Caldwell latelythe woman who lived to 117. They say she was the oldest...