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My Dad is Magic
As a child, I remember my father always carrying around a red handkerchief, a small multi-use tool (which included a hammer, blade, wrench, and Phillips screw driver all in one), and a small black book with a pen. With these items in his possession, anything was possible. ANYTHING. According to our family, my father is considered a Gomez legend. Although I truly enjoy listening to all of their stories about him, it is not necessary for me to learn about his greatness because I had my own first-hand experiences.
By Summer Gomez5 years ago in Families
Fatherhood Ball
I am a proud descendant of many generations of fathers. My father John was a father, as was his father - Donald, and his father before him - Erva. Preceded by Harry North, John North, John North, Zachariah North, Edward North, James North, James North, John North, Lord Dudley North, Sir John North, John North, Edward North, Roger North, Roger North, Thomas North, and Sir Thomas De Northwood - born in 1350.
By Ryan North5 years ago in Families
Our Adventures fundraising
In May 2020 my son and I were accepted by smartpups to get an assistance dog for my son. An assistance dog for his diabetes is amazing they can smell diabetics sugars dropping before the Continuous Glucose Monitor does. An assistance dogs not only save the diabetics life but they can become the diabetics best friend who they can count on.
By Tanika Stimpson5 years ago in Families
The Dirt Road to Eternia Lake
Despite his “safety first!” cruising speed and the tired engine of Dad’s ‘72 Chevy, the winding highway curves made my stomach churn. I slammed my fist against the door’s peeling leather – an effort to make the back window crank ease up – and scrunched my nose at the sudden blast of Redwood sap, motor oil, and forgotten cigarettes. This was a long, tortuous drive to nowhere.
By Christy Bors5 years ago in Families
Discovering Her Mother's Secret
Discovering Her Mother’s Secret By Wendy Matthews The murmur of people holding conversations in the small living room and kitchen was like a soothing salve on Aggie’s wounded soul. She was half-listening to the person speaking to her and half-listening to the drone of multiple conversations, catching snatches of ‘…she was always there when you needed her’ and ‘…she never asked for anything herself but was always the first to give.’ They were talking about Aggie’s mother, Jackie, who had died just 10 days ago. Her mother died in her own bed and was found that way when her friend Anita asked the police to make a wellness visit on Jackie because she wasn’t answering her phone and hadn’t shown up for a lunch where she was expected. She apparently died of natural causes, but Aggie was sure the overuse of alcohol had contributed to her mother’s demise. Still, no sign of foul play said the police.
By Wendy Matthews5 years ago in Families
The Artists' Way
‘He’d be so proud if he knew,’ she thought to herself, as she gazed at the folds of the plane’s wing out of the thick plexiglass of the cabin window. She pondered the magnificence of this moment, where she would finally touch the earth of her family’s heritage before they migrated to America. She was thinking of her Grandfather, and how he would be rejoicing if only he were still here to know of it. He’d passed away not long before she accepted the job to conserve the famous Il Bacio (The Kiss) in Milan. Her Grandfather’s passion for art had been one of the strongest bonds they shared together. Once, he too was an art conservator as a young man in Italy. But that was a lifetime ago.
By Shauna Lynch5 years ago in Families
A Russian Encounter
It was a Thursday, midafternoon. It was raining outside, and business had been slow. Anastasia slipped away from the register to begin the process of cleaning up the kitchen. No sooner had she turned off the oven when she heard a familiar Ding.
By Ian Ammerman5 years ago in Families
