grandparents
Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.
My little black book
The devastation Emily felt that day was unlike any other. Her grandmother had been her best friend and biggest cheerleader. Clearing out the remnants of nana’s house was like draining the blood from her body. Each sorted item was a glimpse into the past. The soft and withered stole, once used to play dress up, now felt used and limp like her heart. How could she continue on without her rock, her soulmate? Even though they were generations apart, no one understood Emily like nana. They frequently spent afternoons together, eating cold cucumber sandwiches, and drinking sweet, southern tea. They would laugh and reminisce and soon afternoon turned to evening and Emily would stay the night. Nana told stories of her youth and of how her poppa would play treasure hunt with her. Emily relished the tales and savored the details of each delicate story. Being an only child, whose parents had long ago passed away, it was Emily’s duty and responsibility to make sure nana’s things, once so precious and valuable, found their way to their designated places. Some would be kept, some donated, and regretfully, some thrown away. Each item, to Emily, was priceless and held so much value and meaning. Tearfully, she donated designer clothing, wooden furniture and antiquated books to the goodwill. She threw away broken dishes, tattered tablecloths, and shoes whose heels had worn down long ago. As she cleared the closet, she found an old, worn, little black book. Her curiosity peaked because she had never seen the book before today. As she turned the pages, she smelled, lilacs, roses and amber, fragrances reminiscent of her nana. It was bitter and sweet all at the same time. The little black book contained a treasure map, handwritten and drawn a long time ago. As she skimmed through the pages, she noticed a familiar handwriting style, it was that of her nana’s. The note on the very last page read.
By Carla Badanjek5 years ago in Families
Arlo’s Journal
Arlo Huberman opened the door to his apartment when he heard the knock.A delivery man was on his door step with a clipboard. “ Am I speaking with Arlo Huberman…” he paused, slightly confused by what he was reading. “Sorry, is this the house of Arlo Huberman 2.0?” He looked up through his eyebrows quizzically at Arlo.
By Anneke Vanderham5 years ago in Families
The Mystery of the Little Black Book
Vivian was not one to venture out since her move back home. The three years she spent living in the city made her more of a hermit than ever. Now, even in this place, the small hometown she thought she knew, it seemed to be filled with strangers just “going” and “doing”. All she wanted was just to be alone. She yelled inside her head silently, “Go away! All of you! Leave me alone!” She was not sure how long she desired to be alone because she had to get up and go to work every day. The only thing that got her motivated was the dream of something wonderful happening. She wanted to be surprised and delighted. Until then, she just wanted to be left alone.
By Kelly Ann Christman5 years ago in Families
Granny's Sunday Dinner
Madelyn was coloring a page from a book that Granny had gotten in the mail. It was a warm summer afternoon. Grandpa was working in the big garden out back. Roy was napping as he usually did in the afternoons. Granny came in from the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron.
By Pamela Styles5 years ago in Families
The Katapotis' Inheritance
Chapter 1—Shock Overload Zena Katopotis was a librarian whose parents unexpectedly died one night in the home where she had grown up as a child. She was visiting with her beloved husband Peter and her two well-behaved boys, Remis and Azrael. Remis and Azrael were shocked when they found grandma and grandpa holding hands together in bed and still due to rigor mortis setting in. They had passed quickly and without incident, without pain or discomfort.
By Elizabeth Berndt5 years ago in Families
Looter's Landing
Lisa thought her father’s eccentric personality resulted from his alcoholic family. She disapproved of his carefree lifestyle and often criticized his lack of ambition or college education. But Missy loved her gramps and all his exciting pirating adventures, even if the tales weren’t true. Despite her mother’s attempt to change Missy’s perspective of her grandfather, she refused to yield to her mom’s snobbish way of thinking.
By Irene Wintermyer5 years ago in Families
