Oliver Whitmore. Just a Solicitor. My name is Oliver Whitmore. Im twenty-eight, and Im a solicitor. Yes, I have Downs syndrome. But thats just one of...
I never imagined my retirement would smell of antiseptic and lukewarm soup. At seventy, I pictured myself with red-painted lips, dancing the waltz on Sundays in...
“Mum, I don’t want to go to Grandma’s!” wailed little Emily, squirming away from her mother’s grip. “She doesn’t like me! She only likes Uncle Michael’s...
When the telephone rang at seven in the morning, I already knewit was Robert. Only he would call at such an hour with the voice of...
**Diary Entry 12th March** The sky drizzled softlya delicate veil of rainas people hurried past with umbrellas and downcast eyes. Yet no one noticed the woman...
You Can’t Prepare for Emptiness I never thought Id get divorced twice. After the second time, I was drainednot just emotionally, but physically. I didnt want...
**Diary Entry 12th March** That day, a woman I hadnt seen in five years turned up at my doorstep. Margaret Whitmore. Over in Elmford, they called...
I had just gone through my second divorce and decided relationships were no longer for me. I didnt want anyone close, and I deliberately made myself...
Not long ago, I endured my second divorce and decided that love was no longer for me. I closed myself off, making certain no one could...
Picture standing at your own wedding, with nearly 200 guests watching, when your new mother-in-law takes the microphone to announce you arent worthy of her son...