Say hello to her manic morning. She ducks into kitchen and bedrooms. Loads the dishwasher, unloads the wash-load. Removes wrinkles from clothes and frowning faces

I can sense their growing cynicism. They nudge each other and point their fingers at me. My ears ring with their wicked laughter. They mock

They stare when I’m not looking and look away when I am. Shades of pity, fear, inquisitiveness and compassion show in their eyes. Some want

He never liked kids. He never wanted kids. He preferred money and silence. It was apparently an unpopular decision which distressed his wife the most.

“I never thought it’d happen. We’d a good run for many years. I think my feelings have changed or maybe they’ve been re-arranged. You may

She opens her bleary eyes wide and stares at the screen. A few words that she types are savagely deleted, yet again. Something had to

My wife calls and says, “There’s good and bad news. Which one do you want first?” I say. “Good.” “I found a picture that’s worth

Her story attracted media from the four corners of the world. There’s something intoxicating about killing a monster, they believed. For her it was just