extended family
All about how to stay connected, strengthen ties and talk politics with your big, happy extended family.
Find the One
I know life sucks sometimes; I know that you want to call it quits. Trust me I too have been there. I have been there more times than I can truly count. I never thought I would ever admit that. I know you might not want to admit that either, or maybe you do. I don’t know; but I hope what you are about to read will help you. I hope it helps you get better and feel better about yourself I hope it helps you know that you are not alone, and no matter how tough life gets on you, you don’t have to deal with it alone. I too at one time thought I was all alone and that I had to handle my problems on my own. I didn’t know I could text my friends and they’d be there to help, I thought they truly didn’t care about how I felt. I thought they were only using me to vent about their problems and I was there to listen every time; but one day, I was about to have a break down, and needed someone to talk to and I just didn’t know who to talk to, I needed advice, and I needed to find someone that wouldn’t judge me.
By Hidden secrets4 years ago in Families
The Unbreakable bond
It started out as a normal friend group, but soon turned in to something more. The bond felt like it would never be broken but little did we know it would all change. It went from a friend group to a family in a matter of days. The family started by one person “adopting” the younger members of the friend group. Just keep in mind that there was only a few of us that were between the ages of 13 and 14. The rest of us for either 11 or 12. There was one mom and three to four dads. In real life the mom was dating one of the dads and she never dated the others. Not long after the family was created I ended up “marrying” the mom as a joke in the friend group. The whole friend group know about the fake marriage and went along with it. The funny part of the marriage is that we actually got married on FaceTime. In my opinion the weirdest part about the marriage was that the mother I was actually the husband and I was the wife. So I ended up being the stepmother of all of the children, some of the kids didn’t like that so much. But in the end we were a big happy family. The mom ended up disowning a few of the kids because of some stuff that was happening. They were still kind of in the friend group but not really in the family. The family lasted for a few months but then slowly started to go downhill from there. between the end of May beginning of June there was a lot of break ups within the friend group which caused a few problems with the family because one of the break ups was actually part of the family (The mom and a dad). At first this was the only break up but then there was another break up with one of the kids and then the following break up with another child. After this happen we pretty much all split apart from each other because Summer was starting and we found out that the mom was moving 30 minutes away. If you can’t tell already the mom plays pretty important role in the friend group so when we found out she was moving it kind of tore us apart. She said she would be able to come down and visit us whenever she wanted but that quickly changed because she told us she wasn’t able to anymore. This is what really tore the whole family/friend group apart. Eventually it was only me, the mom and, one of the kids left in the family and pretty much the whole friend group. Just recently the family/friend group has extended. The friend group consists of a few more people than it did in the family now consists of me, the mom, her son, and my two daughters. The hard part about this is that only me her son and my two daughters are in one school district in the mom is in another school district. School starts soon and we’re not all going to be together which is sad but we know she moved so she could be in a safer environment. This story may be a bit confusing and trust me it is confusing but once you get to know us it would make a lot more sense.
By Brooke Frankford4 years ago in Families
For All in Tents and Porpoises
Sweet, he thought. It was a Saturday with all the time in the world and no phone calls or email to process or read through for at least one day. Martin was already in his backyard positioning the Adirondack chair so that it would not be too deep in the sunlight. A tall, cold and sweaty glass of Amstel Light was on the side table with extra bottle chilling in a small cooler by his feet, right next to his favourite summer reading (the New York Times Saturday Crossword Puzzle), a pot of yellow marigolds he managed to grow every year, and his loaded iPod Nano. Not a cloud was visible in the sky and he could not hear a single sound coming from his worst neighbour (seriously, what was the purpose of O’Leary and her stupid schnauzer? Better keep that mutt away from my annuals). It was a perfect day.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Families
Bring me my skates
Start writing... The skies were darker then usual during this time of the year. If it wasn’t for the War Benjamin Day would be on the stone streets of London snowball fighting with his friends. Instead he finds himself alone in a chariot going to an uncle’s Estate that he hasn’t seen since before he developed memories. In his hands was a letter written by his parents telling him how much they both love him and how he needs to be brave. He read the letter over a dozen times, analyzing ever sentence, pronouncing every word, and making sure he didn’t miss anything. By the time the chariot reached its long awaited destination, the creases of the paper were as soft as cotton.
By Martin Gomez4 years ago in Families
The Parcel
One downside to living in such a rural location was that their nearest neighbors were a good couple miles away, much farther than a malnourished twelve year old can run in the rain before even the slowest of motor vehicles would catch up with him. Layken Page Walker didn’t much meat left on his bones and Uncle Harvey’s car was by no means the slowest in the area. Laytken didn’t make it all that far from home before Uncle Harvey came after him. Uncle Harvey stopped the car, lumbered out, and launched himself at Layken. They both went down in the mud with a gooey splat.
By Lindsey Soliday4 years ago in Families
Brown Paper Packages Tied Up With String.....
Nine year old Etta's full name was Henrietta, and she wasn't particularly fond of it. It was much too long and had a boys name at the start of it. That was their first conversation a couple of years ago when the family moved in next door. "My name has the same thing at the beginning...a boys name. My name is Harriet," I told her. She had never met anyone with a name like hers and we decided to be very good friends in spite of our almost 60 year age difference . Besides, I was still young at heart and she was a very old soul.
By PK Brannon4 years ago in Families
A Mother's Legacy
To My Mother-In-Law in Heaven, Yes, we have been introduced. We have been introduced through your son’s stories and daily reflections of your memory. I can not tell you what I would give to have the honor of meeting you face to face, just to thank you. I wish I could thank you for raising the man of my dreams. I am notoriously not a hugger, but I would hug you. I find it so funny how I’ve never known someone I have never met as well as I feel I know you. Your artistry, your eloquence, your free spirit, and your no-nonsense way of getting your opinion across all tell me how much I would have adored you. Everything I hear, I can see vividly, and it is all on my same quirky wavelength. With each memory, story, or photo shared with me, I wipe a little fog from the mirror.
By Erica Machen5 years ago in Families
Color Bleach of Life
The color Bleach of life. There was a box on the counter. The thin canes made a box, beautiful, pleasing to the eye, at the behest of an artist. The box is surrounded by delicate threads of red Sunil's cloth wrapped around it. The small size of the jewelry box is as if it has expanded its existence as needed. I thought this is an invitation to happiness—a modern example of a basket of sweet Laddus types of chocolates. The handle was wrapped around silver-plated wrist scissors.
By kuljit mann5 years ago in Families
