May God have mercy on him. Were you the wife of the departed? I have something important to tell you, something the late Mr. Edward Whitaker...
Dear Diary, Winter found me finally deciding to sell the little cottage Id clung to for years and move in with my son. My daughterinlaw and...
The boy awoke to his mothers low moan and slipped to her bedside. Mum, does it hurt? he asked. Matthew, fetch me some water! she replied....
Lucy, where are you off to? Max asked, surprised to see her heading for the bedroom. To my bed, what else? she sighed, rubbing her eyes....
June 3, 2025 Diary Im fortyseven now, a plainspoken bloke from the north of England. Ive never been married and Ive never felt the urge to...
Madam, please dont be cross with me but could I have one of those beautiful pretzels? the trembling old woman asked the baker at the corner...
Mrs. Rosemary Whitaker, why on earth do you think Im obliged to support your son? Martha snapped, her voice trembling like a loose curtain in a...