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Beauty In The Beast
It’s no surprise that everyone in town turned out for my Grandad's wake. Everyone except Patch. Everybody loved Thomas. The kindest man they called him, genuine, always smiling, a true gentleman. It was all true. My Grandad never lost his patience or his temper. He really was the kindest, gentlest man.
By Jo Mcvay5 years ago in Families
More Than A Number In My Little Black Book
Stood on the edge of the cliff the wind whipping around him the sun gleaming off the water below. One little step one tiny stretch of muscle and tendons and everything is over, he will be with her. Tears streak his face, how can he go on without her, she is his everything. His right foot rises, his ankle flexes, stretching out over the drop.
By SJ Covey5 years ago in Families
The Story of Us
I went to bed last night with hopes today would be better. That I'd wake up and somehow not miss you, or want to call you, or worse, remember that I couldn't call you and collapse in a puddle of salty, sangria induced tears. I didn't want to miss you anymore. I had done enough of that.
By Nikki Byrom5 years ago in Families
Driving Across Country with a Toddler
Being a member of many mom groups on Facebook, I often see posts and questions made about a daunting task for many parents: Travelling long distances with a small child, and how to keep them happy during the trip. My son has never been a big fan of being in his car seat during drives, especially if they’re any longer than half an hour. So when my husband and I decided to up and move back across the country on a whim, in our little car nonetheless, the thought of how well our child would handle the trip caused me to experience dread. When we took the plunge and made the journey, however, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had anticipated. I’d like to help put your nerves about the idea of travelling long distance with a young child at ease, and share with you the tricks to how we did it; without it being a nightmare experience.
By ShayWolf5 years ago in Families
Family Treasure
Family Treasure We have been living in my grandparent's old 1800's farmhouse for the past twenty years, but with two growing children and farm chores we hadn't really gotten around to looking through all of the nooks and crannies.
By Kim Krach5 years ago in Families
Hidden Miracles
The sky was crazy today! Swirls of blue intertwined with pale greens, and shades of pink. I was laying on my back in the cool grass. I could feel the leftover morning's dew dampening my cotton shirt. I caught a whiff of the lilac bushes that my gran had planted years before and gently smiled as I watched the clouds change their floating shapes. It had only been three weeks since gran had passed. She was everything to me and now I was all alone. I laid there for the millionth time, next to the babbling creek in her backyard, pondering what my next life move would be, having no money or hope after a grueling couple of weeks of selling off most of gran's life gathered items. The only thing left was the old farmhouse, 15 acres of unused farm land and an old antique dresser that she kept her knitting supplies in.
By Shana Pyzik5 years ago in Families
Gold Roses
I’ll always remember that apartment on Wilcox. The worked-in sofa that was somehow light and dark green at the same time. The seldom functioning A/C which lead us to prop open the windows and invite in the smell of pastries, fresh or rotten depending on the wind. The ornate-but-chipped ceramic bowl by the front door where Will and I left our keys, loose change and the occasional almond. It had a certain charm you would only understand if you had lived there for two years, like we did.
By Jonny Martin5 years ago in Families
Just The Six of Us
Jewel walked up the short path to the old family home in Durham, NC she had recently bought. Her parents owned the home in the early ‘60s and she, just like the rest of her brothers and sisters, had been born there. Two stories and four bedrooms, dad had sold the home for a fraction of what it was worth because he thought the house and store combo a few blocks away would lead to easy money. But he and mom weren’t that business savvy and even those were sold.
By Andrew Rhodes5 years ago in Families
Arthur Unknown
Arthur MacArthur lived two houses down in a one-story house painted three shades of brown… Arthur never thought of himself as lucky.
By Kevin Kelly5 years ago in Families
Mom and Dad and the Camera
On a chilly spring day in 1955, my family drives to West Point to watch the cadets march. My sisters talk excitedly as we travel from Hastings-on-Hudson. I sit between them on the back seat.
By Caroni Lombard5 years ago in Families
I'm an Old Goat
Ever since I was a child, I have been old. I remember always helping with my younger siblings and helping my mom clean up and wanting to learn more such as how to wash clothes with the old wringer washer (I don't think that is your average child's interests, but it was one of mine). The skills I learned served me well when my dad died at my young age of fourteen years old. The old Capricorn was built for this type of a tragic turn of events.
By Yvette McDermott5 years ago in Families
What time is it?
She awoke abruptly at 4:44 am; she was shaking and trembling to a voice that woke her from her dream.; while she was sleeping she felt a tickling on her hand all the way down her forearm! There was a tugging and a pulling to wake her up! Tears were streaming down her face and she did not understand what the day was going to bring.
By Brandi Faith5 years ago in Families