In the early hours of a cold spring morning Margaret Whitfield awoke with a strange dream: she saw her little boy, Thomas, standing on the porch,...
Never stop believing in happiness Back in her reckless twenties, Ellie wandered into a bustling market in York. A travelling fortuneteller with eyes as dark as...
Maggie, a 42yearold widow from the tiny village of Ashford, is condemned by the local women the moment her babys head pokes through her coat. Look...
23March I set out for Tesco with a list that already felt like a battlefield. Victor, my husband, was already hurling complaints over the squeak of...
During dinner, my daughter slipped a tiny folded note onto the table. Pretend youre ill and get out of here, it read. When I unfolded the...
I remember it as if it were a foggy tale from the old days of the county infirmary, when the wards still smelled of boiled linseed...
Id had enough of my motherinlaws endless meddling at the New Years dinner, so I slipped out to my sisters flat. Who cut the salad like...
April 12 I still recall the way Thomas slipped a comment into my ear as I left the shop on Main Street. Emily, come to the...
In the early morning Margaret has a strange dream: she sees her son, Charlie, standing on the doorstep, tapping on the door. She wakes with a...
Hey, youve got to hear this its a bit of a rollercoaster, but I swear it ends on a sunny note. Back when I was a...
Ill never forget the night I brought my wife, Eleanor, home from St.Marys Hospital in Devon. Shed given birth to...
The Hawthorne manor sits quiet almost every dayspotless, chilled, and costly. Jonathan Hawthorne, a millionaire always in a sharp suit...
Ellie had always lived, as the saying goes, by the book, trudging along a dull, overused lane with her head...
Enough! Im done carrying the whole lot of you on my back! No more penniesgo feed yourselves however you wish!...
The street was bustling today, as it always is in spring when the city finally feels the warm sun after...
Her boss Sally was hurrying to the office, dreadfully lateshe imagined the nightmare of standing before the editorinchief without having...
Youre a burden, not a wife, my motherinlaw announced, her voice cutting through the chatter as I was refilling the...
The old matriarch, Margaret Whitcombe, tended to her potted ferns on the sill, each leaf glistening like tiny lanterns. Suddenly...
Go on and trash your mum all you like, but if you utter another word about my mother that I...
Im Thomas Miller, a farmhand from the little village of Somerby in North Yorkshire, and Ill tell you how Valerie...