immediate family
Blood makes you related, loyalty makes you family.
The Crazy Kid
I have read many accounts of family therapy; therapy that is initiated because a member of that family is crazy, and the others are concerned and frustrated. In some accounts, the rest of the family seem to be functioning normally, and appear successful, with the exception of this blip. They go to therapy to solve the problem of the crazy kid. In these accounts, it often transpires, that the family are scapegoating the child in some way or other, because it is easier than struggling with their own difficult feelings, their own craziness. It turns out that the ones who thought themselves the most normal, were the ones who were least in touch with their feeling-self; their under-functioning-self, and most in need of a good open, honest chat with a therapist.
By Ricky McQuillan8 years ago in Families
The Things I Cannot Remember *Part One*
*Part 1* It all started on a cool summer evening when a beautiful 20-year-old woman named Ella* brought me into this world. My mother had married a man by the name of Jack* about two years prior to my birth and my father was a much older man. That age and the freedom that come with it held much attraction for my mother who was looking to escape her own parents.
By Lydia Noir8 years ago in Families
My Wonderful Family
This a picture of my family and I on my wedding day. As you can see, we can't be serious for pics sometimes. But this story is about my crazy and funny family. Some of my family members are not in the pic. Here is my family and I want to introduce them to you.
By Shante Hernandez8 years ago in Families
I Don’t Sleep Well When It Snows
I Don’t Sleep Well When It Snows I don’t sleep well when it snows outside, or if they’re even calling for snow. I will force my dry and tired eyeballs to stay open until I at least see the very first flake fall to the ground. It’s like I need visual confirmation that my brain can start racing away. Then, after I’ve crept into my bed, and whilst rejoicing in the beautiful quiet the snow brings to the city, I get to reflect on all the memories I’ve had with snow.
By L.E. Harrison8 years ago in Families
A Hard Rain. Top Story - January 2018.
We heard the news. On this night, my mother was in Los Angeles at a “quit smoking” resort (she still smokes.) My brother, Franz, had come to join us. Pointer, our family friend, also decided to enjoy an evening of wine and debauchery. We had two dogs, Rosy and Wahoo, a German Shepard and a Golden-Retriever respectively. My father was there too, of course. He owned the house, after all. It was a lovely two-story home in Old Metairie, an affluent neighborhood. We spent the majority of the evening watching television, and I had fallen asleep on the couch.
By Layne Radlauer8 years ago in Families
