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When The Lights Go Out. Top Story - December 2022.
I see you, mama. Your unwashed hair tied loosely in a chaotic bun. Dark circles and bags ringed beneath your tired eyes, the energy you reserved for your appearance repurposed to surviving till nap time. Your sweatpants and loose t-shirt still bear yesterday's stains, maybe even the days' before that. Even now, the laundry shoots its accusing glare as it continues to pile, unwashed, unfolded. You never imagined it could be this hard, this exhausting, this monotonous.
By Kelly Robertson3 years ago in Families
Fox News Can I Have My Parents Back Now Please?. Top Story - December 2022.
Author's preface: This is a repost of an article I published on an alternate yet eerily similar web publishing platform way back in 2017. It includes an addendum I later made to it in response to my own serious concerns about the way my parents were portrayed. I am republishing this now along with a companion post that is linked here because I think that together the two articles make for a compelling story. One (this one) a lighthearted and humorous tale that I ended up very much regretting, and the other, which describes why I felt that way and what I tried to do about it.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Families
Fox News Can I Have My Parents Back Now Please?
Author's preface: This is a repost of an article I published on an alternate yet eerily similar web publishing platform way back in 2017. It includes an addendum I later made to it in response to my own serious concerns about the way my parents were portrayed. I am republishing this now along with a companion post that is linked here because I think that together the two articles make for a compelling story. One (this one) a lighthearted and humorous tale that I ended up very much regretting, and the other, which describes why I felt that way and what I tried to do about it. Incidentally I already wrote and submitted this story to Vocal about a month ago. It has languished in "awaiting review" purgatory ever since. I finally got tired of waiting and am re-submitting to a different community or whatever dumb thing they call them.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Families
Christmas At The Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A- frame cabin. My mind floods with memories of being a little girl again screaming, laughing, and playing in the snow. Mom would bound my siblings and I really tight we could scarcely breath. Layer our hands with mittens making sure not an inch of us was left uncovered. Dad would pick up the younger ones and put them front seat of the old blue truck. Us older ones clamored in the back. Off we were. First to haul in wood was, cut, loaded, and unloaded by the back door we would all clamor back in including mom, and go pick out the perfect tree.
By Faith MaryEllen Caselman3 years ago in Families
Power Games in Personal Relationships
Recently I've been feeling like the world is a game of power. Not only in politics between the rich and the mighty, not only in traditional verticals at work, but also with our nearest and dearest – our romantic partners, friends and family members.
By Autumn Rose3 years ago in Families
Miracle Babies-2022-Precious Things Vol. 2
What is most precious to you? We often overlook what is most precious to our hearts. External forces can block our minds and hearts As a species, we have many mental walls we erect, which keep the important stuff in the back of our minds. We must stay conscious of this and bring it to the forefront. When we experience a miracle, we must talk about it. Perhaps I'm a little late writing about this, but it must have needed time to come to a boil. Always, better late than never. The Twins are a miracle and deserve to be revered as such, My sassy little miracles.
By FRANK? Piccolella3 years ago in Families
Lucy
A female, brindle, stray Pitbull dog was being fed by all the locals. Daily she walked the streets and made her rounds. Most of the locals had nick-named her Lucy. At night, she would sleep by the Snoball shop near the beach, under the awning. She was a very friendly and likable dog.
By Tabitha Kristy Spears3 years ago in Families
Dropped
A buzzing sound in Mabel’s ear woke her out of a sound slumber. She opened her eyes and reacquainted herself with her living room. "Jingle Bells" played from the holiday music station on T.V. Her new dog, Frankie stared straight at her ready to lick her face any moment. He was an old Jack Russell she adopted from the shelter last week. Her daughter, Sharon wanted her to get a pet to keep her company since her husband Bart passed last year. It was a comprise Mabel agreed to since she was not going to move in with Sharon and her family which is what her daughter really wanted. When she saw Frankie, she knew he was the one. He was older, but according to the staff at the shelter he still loved to play. They also insisted he could open any door even if it was locked once he heard the squeak of a new toy. She had not tested this theory yet, but several were wrapped under the tree
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Families
