“Hello, Mum,” said Emily timidly as she stepped over the threshold of her in-laws house. “
“Excuse me could I have lunch with you?” The homeless girls voice was barely above a whisper
In her university days, Eleanor had often heard from online life coaches and self-proclaimed psychologists
“Excuse me could I have lunch with you?” The homeless girls voice was barely above a whisper
For twelve agonising years, Eleanor Harrington bore the weight of a secret that would have broken most souls.
**Smoke Above the Chimney** “Anyone home?” Jeremy hunched his shoulders as he stepped over
“Marry Me, Mum Really Wants It” “Emma, love, you shouldnt be thinking about workyou
The time had come… It was the early nineties. I lived and worked in Belgium. The quiet, steady