Moore’s month

LET COUNSELLOR KEREN LIGHTEN YOUR LOAD

OK? Ready?” “Yep.” Fi smiled at Brand. She then picked up the bags full of presents, hoping her face had been convincing. There had been a time when she’d loved these family gatherings at Christmas bu

T here is a low-level hum that forms the soundtrack to many women’s lives. It’s a conditioning. The silent expectation to be the architect of everyone’s day, managing the moods of daily life. Being th

I’d lost my hubby and the kids had lost their dad. But I knew what to do next…

Alan, don’t you think it’s time you got cleaned up? Grantham’s coming to tea.” Helen looked at her sixteen-year-old son’s filthy overalls and grease-streaked arms. “I wish you wouldn’t get quite so di

‘D’you remember that day…’ Jimmy says, looking wistful. Oh, I think, he’s going to say: ‘…when we sat on that Sicilian beach and watched the sunset.’ Or, ‘…when our children were born and you were so