grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
Remembering Legacy
My momma wasnt much for talkin' but she when she did, she told t’story of a man. Down off the banks of the miss’ippi, way down in younder in them swamplands off New Orlins. You know the ones, all wild and untamed like. Give you the creeps, enough bugs to make your skin crawl. Worse than them big ole roaches we had in Mobile. MmmMmm. There they got them flyin' waterbugs big as ya palm —
By Jasmine Marie5 years ago in Families
The Half-Drawn Owl
Jade, her feet hitting the road beneath her, continued thinking about how fun an extra $2,000 would be. But the competition her friend had mentioned was a contest for writers, and Jade was (contractually) just a Media Manager and, at this very moment, (decidedly) just a runner.
By K. Saunders5 years ago in Families
World Weavers
If one said her grandma was strange and there would be a dozen people in the small village of Nara that would smile and agree, able to recall the time she had based all her outfits after children's books for a month for the third graders she taught or the time she knitted stars for those that had been in her book club longer than any of her children had been alive.
By Marie Kolb5 years ago in Families
The Last Will and Testament of Cora Mae Redding
The lawyer’s cavernous office swallows me whole and I feel lost. “Sandra Redding?” Don Blasingame asks. I nod, hugging myself as I eye his extended hand. His fingers curl away, and the proffered hand instead points to a chair. I slide into the leather seat and cross my legs, tugging down my short skirt. My purse hangs heavy on my shoulder, and I shrug it off and drop it to the floor. In it is a full bottle of Halcion, pills supposedly to help me sleep. More than enough to see me to the end.
By Mike Akins5 years ago in Families
Anita’s Little Black Book
Anita’s Little Black Book Let me introduce myself to you, my name is Ana Kovac. Amongst other things, I love telling people stories and this is one of my favourites to tell. It’s about my grandma and her small black notebook. Are you ready? Grab yourself a cup of tea or coffee and join me.
By Caroline Ferreira5 years ago in Families
Are Grandparents Actual People?
Photo by Alev Takil on Unsplash There is an idea that has been plaguing me for some time. I can’t quite wrap my head around it, so I thought I would put my thoughts down on paper. If you are reading this (and I suppose you must be), I appreciate it and I hope I provide you with some insight, if not entertainment.
By Darryl Brooks5 years ago in Families
Beautiful Little Black Book
The day I put his phone number away was one of the most punishing experiences I have ever enacted. I steadied my hand, and swallowed my breath as I tried to forget at all that there was a beating heart fighting my every motion in my chest. I had to do it. I had to erase him from my contacts; erase his familiar number--the number that used to soothe my restless soul, the number that used to bring a fiery glow to my cheeks. The number simply had to go. It was now pain, and danger. It would now test all my impulse control. The number would taunt me. It would remind me of his gentle, and ferocious love. The number simply had to go.
By Meghan Blair Hoyle5 years ago in Families
The Honeymoon
The Honeymoon “Vicky, honey we’re gonna miss our free breakfast,” yelled my husband Jay from outside of the bathroom door. “I need to get rejuvenated and back to the kids and my job,” said Jay. We had finally done it, tied the knot and I was now Mrs. Robinson. Our wedding wasn’t the biggest but it was amazing. We were able to save up about 10 grand, but we couldn’t afford the white doves nor carriage ride I wanted. A simple wedding and reception at, The Lake, followed by a four day honeymoon, which I like to call Vacationmoon. Any time away from the kids was a vacation and we were enjoying it.
By Victoria Robinson5 years ago in Families
Riches Lie in the Smallest of Things
Desi packed her bag, slowly, while toying with thoughts of traveling the 4 1/2 hours to his home. The last three days she hadn’t slept, anxious about returning after so many years. How would people react to her complete abandonment of him, especially this past year, when he needed her most. How would she feel when she got there.
By Charlene Sipsey5 years ago in Families
Chocolate Cherry Cookies
Chocolate Cherry Cookies It has been over twelve years since I stood in front of Gram’s house. It was forever, yet it was just yesterday. I walked slowly past the FOR-SALE sign taking in the familiar site of the lilac bushes that framed the white bungalow. I stopped beside the rocker on the front porch and could almost see Gram in her pink cardigan calmly taking in the sounds of a new day.
By Ann White Lombardi5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
I squeezed my grandmother’s hand gently as she struggled to breath. She looked like a completely different person. Instead of her usual smiling self, her cheeks were sunken in. Her face was black and blue because it was easier for her to breathe on her stomach and she has been on her stomach for most of the past week. She was also extremely pale.
By Rosalind Franklin5 years ago in Families
