April 12th I found myself replaying that night over and over in my mind, begging myself to think twice before signing the consent to give my...
Margaret had long been stewing over a particular planshe would adopt a child from an orphanage. Her husband of six years had deserted her for a...
You’re not the lady of the houseyoure just the help, Molly, dear, just a little more of this salad for the lady, the voice of my...
I married the widower next door, Arthur Bennett, whos eighttwo, just to keep the care home at StAlbans from taking him. Are you mad? my sister...
Ah, my lads arrived, my mother, Evelyn, shouted with delight. I stood at the door, cap in my hand, and said, Hello, Mum. Im not alone....
A young woman, cradling a little girl, stepped off the omnibus at the sign that read Willowmere Village of Willowmere. Mary! cried a tearstreaked voice as...
You’re not the mistress of the houseyoure just the servant, my motherinlaw, Agnes Whitaker, said, her voice as sweet as jam yet cutting like hot sauce,...
Loneliness The lady turned down a marriage proposal from a cavalry officer, and he rejected her. It was better to be single than to accept a...
I remember that day as if it were a scene from a faded photograph. My mother, Edith Whitaker, brightened the moment she saw my son pull...
30October2025 Im writing this down because the strange twists of my early life still haunt me, and perhaps by putting them on paper I might make...