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Most recently published stories in Families.

Eighty-four with Parkinson's
I told him, honestly, he didn’t have to come, but he insisted; the notary couldn’t be solidified without a guardian. If I wanted to move to the same state, the paperwork—with all their acronyms and fine print and extra fees—needed filling.
By Paige Fitzgerald5 years ago in Families
Counting the Days
"The Grim Reaper's here." Penny said under her breath as Jessica came back out onto the floor. Jessica glanced up to see the young woman sitting in her section.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Families
Riddle me, Riddle me
Waiting alone in a sitting room that I had been ushered too by the butler, building the courage up to approach the man who was supposedly my father. It was 1820, a year of great change for many people and, well for me, it was about to change drastically.
By Muma JoJo5 years ago in Families
*NSYNC + 13 Year-Old Me + An Angel
Family vacation. In my early teens, my father had a questionably luxurious job which allowed him to travel for work. As he loved his family more than anything, this gave us the grand privilege of tagging along a few times. (We were homeschooled)
By Jeremy David Witt5 years ago in Families
The Single
If you know what it feels like to be strapped for cash, if you’ve ever had your phone or your power shut off, or tried to pay for something at the grocery store with your kids in tow and your bank card gets declined — if you know that feeling, if that’s been a part of your life, I see you.
By Soy Amigo5 years ago in Families
What did you just say to me?
I was alone on the beach at 5AM when the man approached. He was rugged and stared at me shrewdly. It caught me off guard and I was momentarily alarmed, before remembering how out of place I must have looked.
By Mianya5 years ago in Families
Cabin Fever
“Well,” said my father, staring out at the billowing snow outside our car window, “What you gonna’ do, Boy Scout?” I sighed, but smiled. For him, those weekly Troop meetings in the dusty basement were about so much more than the merit badges: they were about the spirit of it all, about putting others first. Do a good turn daily wasn’t just a motto for him, it was a lifestyle. I zipped up my coat a little further, opened my door, and walked out into the night.
By Clayton Lane5 years ago in Families
Passed By
It was 7:30 p.m. on a Thursday night. Mom was usually home from work a couple hours ago, especially in winter. It is January after all. Dad tried calling her and so did I. She didn’t answer. Not a big deal. Every once in a while she does go to check on her friends. A little while later, dad got a call. Everything seems fine. Dad, my little brother, and I hang out and watch a movie.
By Veronica N. Lewis5 years ago in Families
A Bright Existence
A good deed, or an act of kindness, is not always perceived as a positive event; sometimes, it can entail a painful experience. I was the recipient of such kindness, and it took me nine years to understand it.
By Claudia Pacheco5 years ago in Families
The Joy's Of Uncertainty
I use to wake up every morning and before I’d leave for work I’d always look at the news. I knew I wasn't going to see anything that was going to make me happy. But I felt it was important to develop my understanding of the world in order to be a better part of it. I would see people both locally and around the world who were stricken by poverty, not by their own decisions, but by the time and place they happen to be born. The only real difference between the kinds of people who have had to live their lives starving and freezing and myself, In my comfortable, normal, first world life, is the lives that we were born into.
By Tyson Rich5 years ago in Families
A better man
I'd always known that my grandfather was a good man, well respected but humble. He was a real Devon boy with a flick on the ear in moments of misdeed that was more potent than a kick from the hoof of a cart mule.
By Fred Bickle5 years ago in Families
Passing
Starting my day with green tea was always a necessity in New York. Green tea gave me the slight energy I needed to get through the day, but it also relaxed me and grounded me. Living in Brooklyn, not knowing what to expect was a daily occurrence.
By Michael K. Woods5 years ago in Families