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Most recently published stories in Families.
The Great Tug o’ War
Through the years, upon years, upon decades, upon centuries—centuries stacked higher than Man. Higher than He May see or believe have passed- a great battle has ensued, claiming the sky as a battleground; the rule of it, the trophy. Actually, the “Great Battle” is more of a “Great Tug-o’-War”, an attempt at appeasing a sibling rivalry.
By Colette Mcdonald5 years ago in Families
The Magic of Family
I remember the first time it happened. I was collecting herbs for my abuela. She had this gleam in her eye like she knew something no one else did when she asked me to help her collect the things she needed for her works as tribe medicine woman. I knew something was up because she rarely asks for my help. I am not very good at identifying the herbs she uses.
By Amanda Mueller5 years ago in Families
The Visit
Alone I sit. It’s dark outside, there’s a slight chill in the air. When I feel the cold air brush against my skin, it reminds me of my physical senses, my ability to feel the invisible. To feel a force I cannot see with my own eyes. As I stare out into the vast space of empty fields and far away mountain ranges, my mind expands to try and understand the substance to this life which is unseen. I’ve accomplished so much in my years, I met the one who I considered to be my forever. My soul mate. My twin flame. We had 3 beautiful children together. And as the years passed us by, we watched our 3 boys grow into young men. We provided them with a comfortable home and good home cooked meals. One by one they each thrived, finished school, and one by one they started their own families, bringing us the most beautiful gift in the world; my grandchildren.
By Kayla Ryan5 years ago in Families
Not All Families Begin the Same Way
Love is boundary-less. ~Angel Haze PRIDE and AUDACITY - He's an audacious Middle Eastern Prince. She's a prideful Wall Street Princess. These two warring hearts burn a trail from the skyscrapers of New York City to the scorching sands of Ahalamin.
By Lynda Coker5 years ago in Families
Why I Want to Foster Teenagers
When I was a little girl, I was convinced I would marry at 20, and have five kids before I was 30. I dreamed of marrying young, having a large family, and being a stay-at-home mom. (Maybe that's why it took me forever to figure out my dream career ... I never thought I would really need one.)
By Katie Dawn5 years ago in Families
Family Issues
Family Issues Family and Abuse What is a family? A family is any group of individuals who are banded together through marriage, kinship, adoption or mutual agreement whether hetero/homosexual. Kinship means related to grandparents, aunts and uncles. There are six goals of the family and they are an opportunity to express ideas and feelings, to have no family secrets, to having a valuing of everyone's values, opinions and feelings, must have rules and have flexibility and yet enforced with consistency, have positive energy shown in a systems theory support system that allow for opportunities for growth and change.
By Mark Graham5 years ago in Families
After All These Years
Never in a million years, did she think she would be returning to this place. It's not that it held bad memories, in fact it is the complete opposite. It holds too many good memories. Is that possible? For a place to be tarnished because it holds exuberant amounts of joy and laughter? Of love? Perhaps if your unsure if those things, that level of contentment, will ever be achieved again. Is that the reason why she left so long ago? To see if she could be happy, just as happy, somewhere else?
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Families
Hometown
Actually, I was born in a small town in California...Pacifica. My parents moved us here when I was 8. It was hard on my brother who was about to start highschool. We were very familiar with the bustle and attraction of San Francisco. For me, I kind of knew right away that they’d made the right choice. Sometimes I’ll be walking from my car to my house, and I’ll be brushed by the air with a sensation identical to the ocean breeze; the salt, the chill, everything. But, my hometown is here, in Virginia, where I look up and the leaves have changed color, or they’re not there at all. Where the grass is so plush and so green that you don’t even need a blanket to lay in it.
By Ana Rodriguez5 years ago in Families








