extended family

All about how to stay connected, strengthen ties and talk politics with your big, happy extended family.

Premonition
Sally held her hand over the shelf in her closet for a long moment. " What is it?" she wondered, looking intensively at a black object tucked under her white pajamas. The next moment she was holding a small, black notebook, not knowing where did it come from, who did it belong to, and how did it find its way to her closet. It was a late evening and Sally had a long day behind her. She was tired and languid, but this discovery had sharpened her attention. She kept looking at the small, black cover with interest. It had no inscription. The nicely rounded, thin spine of the book was holding a bundle of white pages. Sally was turning the small black thing in her hands as if waiting for permission to open it. If there were some answers to her questions, she could only find them inside. Sally lowered her head and carefully opened the notebook. But there was nothing inside. Not a single letter or a mark. All pages had a smooth surface, and they reminded Sally of the paper she used to preserve food. Sally realized how tired she was. She placed the notebook on the nearby table and reached for her pajamas.
By Ela Uher5 years ago in Families
Beatrice Mae
This has to be a mistake. It reminded me of the viral posts of receipts when celebrities leave two-thousand-dollar tips for their waiter “out of the goodness of their heart.”
By Sarah Smith5 years ago in Families
Invisible
Invisible By Sandra Mathis Crap!”, I looked at the clock. I was already late; I should have left home 10 minutes. It will be fast food today. Two chicken and egg biscuits and 2 large coffees. I know what she likes from every restaurant between my house and work, although she prefers when I bring a home cooked meal.
By Sandra Mathis5 years ago in Families
My Family's Secret
There is something nostalgic in remodeling your family's ancestral home. I can almost hear my great great whatever grandfather speak to me about how things should be done.
By Jenn Fraley Caudill5 years ago in Families
The Truth as It Is
The Truth Be Told I hold it in my hand my hand shakes I know I shouldn’t touch it or even have opened the red velvet trunk it was in. Mum has told me a hundred times grandma’s attic is for adults only, don’t ever go up there and never open the red velvet trunk. I look around and dust surrounds me and cobwebs fall from the rafters. This is a magical place and I love to sneak up here and just sit, wonder and imagine the people who’ve been here before.
By Louise Lovett5 years ago in Families
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK OF PANDEMICS
Harlem, NY, November 9,2020. It was 3 months into her Junior year of High School and Nalani was already over it. Only 2 weeks until Thanksgiving, Lord give her the strength. She was tired of the mundane routine that her life had become. Get up at 9am, sit on the toilet, not necessarily for elimination, but as time to get in the last few minutes of sleep, before logging on to her "virtual school". 9:35am, as she awakes from her toilet slumber, "Oh man, I have to take the dog out." "C'mon Akira, let's go outside". With no time to put on a coat to face the winter morning, Nalani pulled up the hood on her sweatshirt, ran down the stairs to the front door of the brownstone, opened the door and yelled "Akira go! Hurry up." The little dog went outside, hurriedly peed and returned to the front door, as Nalani stood waiting. She opened the door, ran back up the stairs, with Akira close behind, grabbed a bottle of water and was about to go back upstairs to her "virtual classroom" AKA her bedroom, when Akira exclaimed "Awwwwrrrllll", in dog fashion, meaning she was ready for her bacon treat. Nalani retrieved a dog bacon snack, threw it to Akira and went upstairs. 9:55am, 5 minutes until showtime. Nalani logged on, turned the video off, and checked in to her first class.
By Antonia Webber5 years ago in Families
The Window Seat
My flat overlooks the Royal Mile. It’s rather comical, really. My mother would give me such a hard time for having landed myself right in the middle of this pocket of Edinburgh infested with tourists. That is, if my mother were still around.
By Grace Ann Rothwell5 years ago in Families
A Gift
While my grandma was alive, the most remarkable story, she retold, was of her sister, Komal’s ultimate triumph. Komal was uglier than the proverbial ugly duckling, who won the heart of her beautiful husband in the end. Well, not at the end of her life or anything. But you know how fairy tales end with the “happily ever after.” Nobody tells the story of the “after.” Neither did grandma.
By Shuchi Shukla5 years ago in Families
Her Secret Diary
Her Secret Diary By Tamara Dahlberg Twin sisters Hannah and Emma Shubert sat in the stuffy office of the law office of Walters and Stanton watching
By Tamara Dahlberg5 years ago in Families
Following The Numbers
Following the Numbers The Little Black Book Early to bed, early to rise makes a young Mother and Daughter healthy, wealthy, and wise!
By Monica Spurrell5 years ago in Families
A grandmother's guide to being prepared
Today is the first day of my last year of college. I should be happy to get out of here and move on with my life, but graduating terrifies me. How is my music degree going to be worth the student debt I’ve accumulated? Maybe my Music Career Development course this semester will help me figure that out. My other class - World Music: Africa, the Middle East and the Americas - definitely will not.
By Amy Dempsey5 years ago in Families
Parting Words
Heaven let herself into the small quiet house. It had been a few weeks since she’d been by to see her grandfather. This had always been a place of refuge for her growing up and even now under these circumstances, Heaven felt safe and at peace.
By Cynthia Fields5 years ago in Families