Prentice Orville

**March 7th** I, Simon Peterson, have never once bought my wife a gift in the twenty years we’ve been married.

Gregory was tying his shoelaces in the hallway, his mood foul after the morning’s argument with his wife.

My name is Eleanor Whitmore. I’m forty-two. I have a family—a husband and two wonderful children.

From the moment I married, I made an effort to get along with my mother-in-law. For eight years, I endured

He took two sausages from my plate and told me I needed to lose weight. At thirty-six, how had I become “

**Diary Entry** I’ve known for years now—in families with more than one child, there’s almost always

My mother-in-law offered to swap flats—but with one condition: I must sign mine over to her.

**Diary Entry** Why do we need this truth? A father isn’t the one who created you—it’s the one who raised you.

Hannah carefully styled her hair, chose her best dress, and spritzed on a light perfume before heading

Emily sat in the kitchen with her best friend, struggling to hold back tears. Her hands trembled, her