Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Families.
Caught Up:
“Okay. Dress, jeans, blouse, heels, boots…,” Nicole was trying to name off everything she thought she would need for this weekend excursion. She had been searching for her father for years, but she never thought she would actually get a hit. Like a legitimate one. But, low and behold, she did. Now, she was having to face up to her fears while trying desperately to speed pack and catch this red-eye flight from Memphis to Indy.
By Pamela Cornes5 years ago in Families
Caught Up:
James couldn’t rush enough to finish the contract he had on his desk. Ryan had secured a “big wig” client for them at the last minute that wanted them to build and construct a hotel in the rapidly growing area of Bartlett, a suburb of Memphis. Since this was a holiday weekend, with the work crew and customer service having Monday off, he wanted to make sure he completed and processed the forms to finalize their contract personally. It wasn’t so much that they needed the business, but he didn’t want their name to become tarnished for not sticking to their word so he didn’t mind taking the extra time to make sure the contract was in order.
By Pamela Cornes5 years ago in Families
Love Hate Love Remembers a Son Lost on September 11th and the Foundation that Addresses PTSD Across the Globe
Photo When Steve and Liz Alderman lost their son Peter at the WTC on 9/11, they almost immediately searching for a fitting manner to remember him. The couple was clued in when they randomly learned that there are hundreds of millions around the world who suffer severe mental illness due to torture, war, and terrorism. Thus, the Bedford couple began the Peter C. Alderman Foundation to address this global epidemic. Ten years later, their story has received worldwide recognition and is the subject of a new documentary. The film also has one of Hollywood’s most famous actors as its executive producer.
By Rich Monetti5 years ago in Families
Superman
First off, hello, my name is Haven. I’m from NY, not the city. This tattoo tale is one of many things that broke me, and taught me to rise from the ashes as a better more compassionate version of myself. This story is hundred percent based on my life experience from this past May.
By Haven centi5 years ago in Families
A Tattoo Tale
"Jillian, it's me. I have cancer," The raspy tired voice floated through the receiving end of my phone. A light ringing tone started after the words fell as I was still rubbing my eyes awake the morning of Valentine's Day 2017. I looked over and watched as my most recent love lay tangled in my sheets, trying to reposition into sleep after the electric trill cut the early morning glory earlier than expected. Unexpected is one word I could use to describe the call I got that day. Not only with the information that it contained but also because of who was on the other side. My mother, who I had now not talked to in 45 days after she had beaten me with words of ineptitude and worthlessness as her daughter after coming out to her for the now third time of my adult life. No, she's not just a friend; no, I don't want to date guys; yes, I want to fuck women. But for some reason, it's like some people only hear what they want to believe, only see what their mind allows them to. I could still hear her words echoing in the background, my new name tags hanging from safety pins in my skin. Words can hurt- like knives. Bleeding tears, I sped from her driveway in Phoenix with a vow that we were done, she had made it clear, she was not my mother any longer and that I was a blemish to her name. She wanted nothing to do with me and my "trash girlfriend". Fine. By. Me.
By Jillian LaCroix5 years ago in Families
Oh Jewel of the Lotus
OM MANI PADME HUM: I didn’t think much about the meaning of it when I got to know it. I was around 10 years old. In between childhood & teenage years. I’d spend a lot of time with my grandma Elena in a small town close to Moscow, Russia.
By Anastasita Qualia5 years ago in Families
I am NOT a Rock Star
I will never forget the day my daughter came to me and said, "Mom - I feel like I was meant to be a man." A large part of me wanted to quip back something short and humorous..."Yeah, well me too sweetie! Most women feel that way!" But deep inside, with that part of you that knows the difference between a casual comment and a plea for help, I knew she was telling me to brace myself. Changes were coming. And they did.
By Ms. Ignite5 years ago in Families
