Midlife Soul Stories

Helen Ward had never thought of herself as someone who worried about money. With a steady job and her pension

The first thing Miriam noticed, when she finally stopped long enough to notice anything at all, was the cutlery. There

Avril had reached the kind of tired that sank into the bones. Not the ordinary end-of-day weariness, but the deeper

When Martine had imagined retirement, she’d pictured two mugs of tea on the patio, each cradled in familiar hands. She’d

Margaret Ellis had always believed that being good was not something you chose. It was something you were. A fixed

The numbers on the page were neat, written in careful blue ink that curved and dipped with purpose. Stephanie Hart

Sarah knew the time had come to make some difficult decisions when she missed the unicorn! Sarah Mitchell had grown

Rob had grown used to silence. The kind of silence that came after someone you loved was gone. Not the