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I just want want to say ‘’Hi Dad’’.
I remember this day clearly, like it was yesterday and I took this picture of my Dad. I remember seeing him go into the cement pier on his own like he wanted to go for a swim, which he hadn’t done in too many years due to his above knee leg amputation and diabetes wounds on his remaining leg. My Dad was a proud man that was never satisfied with anything that made him feel weak or less than anyone else. Since his first heart attack and leg amputation he had changed to someone I did not recognize. He was weak but he always tried hard to push himself to be able to do more, I don’t think his heart helped him at all after the second attack.
By Lori Estrada5 years ago in Families
Closure of Broken Chains
Looking over my small crew of about twenty, they have followed my lead as I began the gang after dropping out of high school a year back. School wasn’t for me as I never learned anything. It was all gibberish to me...there was a time when I loved to learn, but those days have passed.
By Gregory Fahrenbruck5 years ago in Families
Messages for a Lifetime
There it is, the car that I always dreamed of buying but couldn’t afford. I’ve driven by this lot so many times in the past 2 years, but have never pulled in. Today, I pull in. Today, I inquire about the car. Today, I plan to test drive this car. The dark red shines in the sun light, as the dark window tint blocks seeing inside of it. As many times as I’ve dreamed of driving this car, owning this car, even just sitting in it, the reality of this happening was not likely.
By anne boutin5 years ago in Families
Grandmother's eyes
A white house with windows into a pink-walled home, a creaky wooden deck holds a white wooden bench with paint chipping off. We sit as the sun sets with orange, yellow, and red after a day of work. The door with an iron ‘C’ marking my grandmother’s house open to let a musky air out from the spoiled food and moldy sponges, running a small hand over the iron as the adults handle the musk. I was young, like anyone would be when she watched me as my mother went off to adventures unknown. We made cookies in her absence, I cleaned my grandmother’s glasses’ for once, played with an old telephone wrapped in cloth, and on that white wooden bench with paint chipping off we creaked as my mother pulled up again.
By Julie Angleton5 years ago in Families
Winning
Taylor should have asked for her brother’s help in lugging all these heavy boxes up to the house – instead he dropped her on the sidewalk surrounded by what seemed a mountain of suitcases, boxes and pot plants. Even after all these years she found it hard to ask anyone for help and she realised as she puffed and heaved her way up the stairs that this was a habit that needed to change.
By Helen Smith5 years ago in Families
An Egyptian Find
I can't believe you! You're such a hypocrite! These words resounded in Brent's mind as sipped his morning coffee and began to scroll through the emails on his phone. They were the words that his son had shouted at him during the last weekend that they had spent together. Brent knew that he and his ex-wife would soon need to meet and talk concerning their son, and how to approach this sudden negative attitude that he had adopted towards... everything.
By Vince Coliam5 years ago in Families
The Black Love Moment
Stephanie I am sitting on the couch watching Bridgerton sipping from a glass of celery juice when the phone rings. I’m lost in the drama and in shock of the light dusting of snow that now lays on the lawn. For this time of year in Michigan, a light dusting is considered an early spring. Daphne just found out that the prince is interested in her. However, I know her heart is with the Duke. Quiet as kept, my heart is with the Duke too. The Duke is F-I-N-E. Whew child. Any who, no matter how fine he is, there is absolutely no way I could have lived during the early 1800’s. I cannot imagine the pressure women had to marry, have children, and be completely dependent on a man for resources.
By Crystal Higginbotham5 years ago in Families
A Fatherly Love
The sky was clear blue. Birds flew in random patterns under the blanket of fluffy clouds on the beach. The sand looked soft and warm. He didn’t care about the weather or the birds, only her. His heart filled with sadness and pain as a a breeze ruffled his hair. She had been ripped away from him, given lies about him until she hated him without even having met him. He loved her desperately. They were walking on the boardwalk with shops, little restaurants and ice cream parlors crammed together. Chairs with umbrellas littered the walkway.
By Carmen Corridon5 years ago in Families
The Delicate Art of Counting to Three. First Place in Little Black Book Challenge. Top Story - April 2023.
It’s a remarkable balance, keeping oneself together in this brittle thing we call life. Honestly, it’s a miracle I hold myself together at all, but I try my best. It’s just that my best consists of exhausting, tireless repetition, repeated in threes, to simply, hopefully, make life alright.
By Jess Sambuco5 years ago in Families
The Haunting of New Jersey
"Do you know you live in one of the most haunted houses in the country?" a woman informed me. To be honest I was a little surprised and didn't have a response right away. Instead, I nodded my head awkwardly as I dug into my candy bucket to plop a few pieces into her child's trick or treat bag.
By S. L. Harpel5 years ago in Families
