grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Magic Tickles Me
"Mommy, what's this?" Jacob called out to Morgan, who was rifling through boxes looking for their humidifier. She stood and clapped the dust from her hands. Jacob was deep within the storage unit, his bright orange shirt a beacon in the sea of debris. Morgan straddled a box of sports equipment, holding a pogo-stick for balance as she crossed over. She squeezed between two towers of crates and emerged four feet from Jacob. His fingers traced the gold and silver loop that formed a butterfly on the cover of an old book.
By Faith Hopkins5 years ago in Families
Mary
Now: Eleanor’s gaze lingers at the far horizon where the sky meets the sea, which shimmers and winks, like diamonds falling. She sips her drink and stretches long legs out, lazily. There are no worries, no pains, nothing to rush to. Her gaze falls onto the white sand where a lone sunbather lies in the heat on this exclusive beach.
By Anila Syed5 years ago in Families
No Hard Feelings
It dawned on Liv pretty quickly that driving a dump truck in heels was not optimal but the idea of being barefoot on these sticky floor mats was unfathomable. In daytime, a woman wearing a puffy-sleeved evening gown behind the wheel of dump truck would have turned heads. But, under the heavy blanket of the evening, only the orange glow of the intermittent street lights may have afforded a random passerby to raise a question or two.
By Rachel DuRossier 5 years ago in Families
Beauty
I slid my First Trust little black book under the plexi glass between me and the teller. “Would you like the balances to your accounts Ms Burst? All I would need is your passwords.” I come to this bank every Friday for a balance to my one account that never has more money than I expect to be in there. I'm praying for a miracle, sometimes even a bank error at this point. My business is failing and I'm behind on so many of my bills but I haven't lost faith yet. The teller asks me these questions every week and she always says accounts and passwords, I only have one account, why does she keep asking that? Was it protocol, who knows but I know my account was -$432.16. A couple charges that I forgot about while dealing with the final details of my grandmother's funeral came through and now I'm worse than before. Angela the teller could see the despair in my face when she gave me the news. I promised her I would clean it up by Friday. The crazy thing is she asked me again but this time she had a weird look in her eye, ``Would you like the balances to your accounts Ms Burst?” Girl you know I only have one account , why do you keep asking for passwords? She slid a piece of paper to me with my account balance that she had written in the little black bank book. On the paper it said “BEAUTY and LBB”. If I were you I’d look into this.
By LaBrena Parks5 years ago in Families
Black Buick
Holly stood taller than most of the women in her family at 6’2. It was for this reason that she always felt like a bit of an oddball. It was a self-proclaimed title, but one of which she was fond. She didn’t mind standing out and it was a good thing too because she certainly did. Not only was she tall, but she was also stunningly fair. She had bright blue eyes and a smile to match though her beauty wasn’t necessarily drawn from the fact that she had raw physical beauty. Her attractiveness came more from her personality and charisma. A good word to describe Holly would be warm.
By Clay Johnson5 years ago in Families
Dear Diary
Dear diary, I’m Gracelynn! My Nana’s cottage has always been a hideaway for me, a safe place. It could be the ivory colored, plush carpet and floral wallpapered walls that made it so homey. Well…. personally, I think it’s the people who live in the house that make it so special. If you were to ask me who my favorite person is, I would have to say Nana! The special bond we share allowed me to talk to her about anything! It’s something that I will always cherish. Although, I wish I would have known my Papa, or at least heard stories about him. I find it odd that every time I ask Nana about him she dodges the question, but I have never given it much thought. The reason why I bring all this up is because my Nana passed away yesterday; Two days before my Fourteenth Birthday. When I heard the news I instantly felt broken inside like the world had just lost someone that was not meant to go yet. I could feel the hot tears viciously streaming down my long, sleek face. I decided it would be a good idea to start a diary to comfort me and help me to later remember this unfortunate experience. Well, I have to go—my Mom, Lindsay, just knocked on my door and said “I know this is going to be hard for you but… tomorrow we have to go to Nana’s house and go through her belongings.” I knew it was coming but I did not want to accept it. I will update you tomorrow.
By Emma Walter5 years ago in Families
Grandpa Charlee
"It's dusty in here," said Nera coughing and waving her hand in front of her face. We were in my late grandpa's house, which was left for me in Wisconsin, not far from Lake Geneva. My wife, Nera and I were clearing his old things out to get ready to move in.
By Anne Favors5 years ago in Families
Grandma's Girl.
The humidity in the office was almost unbearable. The dumpy little lawyer leaned back in his chair as he fanned himself with a document labelled ‘Confidential’. Even in a light floral dress, sweat dripped down Agnes’ neck as she sat on the opposite him. Her legs stuck uncomfortably to the fake leather chair.
By Georgie Brown5 years ago in Families
Open When I'm Gone
My maiden name is Fontana Rivera, but my grandma calls me Fawn. I was fifteen and just starting to really see who I wanted to become. I was excited to begin my life after high school and see where the open world would take me; however, I never expected my life to have a grim turn in Spring.
By Lorraine Counts-Ramirez5 years ago in Families
Invisible Dreams
I looked around, taking in the cheery gloom of our living room, overrun with flowers and cloaked in black attire. There were maybe a handful of people here who were truly close to my grandfather. But I didn’t mind knowing that; it only made the relationship I had with him even more special.
By Caitlin Cumming5 years ago in Families
