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Toddlers & Tantrums (Pt. 2)
Some days are better than others. Today was one of them. At least for now, it was. Her grandparents were gone for the evening so it was just her, her husband, and their kids. While she didn't like using video games as a babysitter, she needed a power nap and her oldest child was of course wide awake.
By Kilyn Wymer7 years ago in Families
Embrace, Cherish, and Love
Digital photographs and videos sprang up from the mobile device. In three dimensional, full color display, the names and ages of the young children in West Virginia appeared. It was like a panoply of joy and youth sprung up from the cell phone. The children didn’t look downtrodden or sad or impoverished despite the conditions that showed in other pictures of Appalachia. Acorn colored Redmond Stratton furrowed his brow. He and his white wife Glenda singled out a boy with cerulean eyes and a little girl with flaxen blonde hair.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Families
Food Fight
I sat there uncomfortably in the chair that felt as though I was sitting upon a flat rock. The room was loud and chaotic. There as food everywhere and my clothes were completely ruined. You are probably wondering how I got here... Let me explain the story.
By Abby Fetus7 years ago in Families
The Choice
Andre was in his office going over the list of baby names his wife, Maxine, and he had chosen. There were so many lines and x’s on the paper, one would think it was a crossword puzzle sheet. Andre loved the names Anna Grace Johnson or Rianne Marie Johnson for their little girl, but Maxine was stuck on one name and one name only. Aura Joy. Aura Joy Johnson. He could hear her voice now: “Aura Joy... like Our Joy. C’mon, Andre. It’s sweet!”
By Neish7 years ago in Families
I Remember When
“Mommy!” “Nooo!” “Moooom!” The lights had gone out in the house again, and the thunderstorm sounded as if it had been just above us. Clearly, it was not something us kids handled very well.
By Clarissa Joyce7 years ago in Families
Getting Out of the Door With a Baby
Clare slung the blue baby bag on the table and looked in it for the umpteenth time. Nappies—three. Wipes–check. Nappy sacks–check. Barrier cream–new tube. Spare dummy. Teething gel. That’s everything for the front pocket…
By Deanne Adams7 years ago in Families
Beach Vibrations
Some might say, that I have led many “riveting” expeditions, I have conquered many lands, stepped on every kind of earth, and vanquished foes…Voyager? Well, I prefer Beach Vibrations. It’s a little-known term my crew and I came up with. But I digress. What could that really mean? Lailoni was absolute perfection. From her mind, her spirit, her charm, her determination. Everything about her exceptional, absolute perfection.Right down to her emerald green eyes. Could I have done something different? Why did everyone hold that obligation to me? Hold on, there’s something I need to address….did you think I was Lailoni? Or maybe a past lover even? Well, I guess all that will be revealed, once we delve deeper into the ever-growing abyss I named Lailoni.
By Sarah Emerson7 years ago in Families
Me, Momma, and Ralph T.
What kind of reason do you need to give up on your kid? Winning the Irish Sweepstakes? Maybe smashing in your brain and coming down with amnesia? Losing your job?
By Tracy Coffee Gayle7 years ago in Families
Sissy - Part 1
I could hear my Sissy screaming from the dimly lit parlor of our shotgun house. I wanted to get up out of my bed and peek between the cracks of my bedroom door to see what was going on to elicit such piercing screams. In between her hacking coughs I could hear Grandmaw Hanny demanding my Sissy to be quiet.
By Valerie Middleton7 years ago in Families
But a Dream: Chapter One
It always rained in Brighton. Winter, spring, summer, fall -- it rained. When I was five, it was time for me to start walking to school by myself. So on my birthday, I unwrapped a cherry red umbrella, and a pair of matching rain boots. I loved those boots. When I came home, I always stuck them in the tub and used my yellow pale to pour water on them, washing the mud and wet leaves away. On the rare days that it didn’t rain, I would put my boots on top of my toy chest, whispering to them before I left for school, “Tomorrow”, I’d say.
By something wilde7 years ago in Families
Who Are Zharitta & Qwikwito?
When my sisters and I were kids we had a couple of imaginary friends that we always played with. We made our hands take the form of a dinosaur talking, which was Zharitta, and our hand shaped like a toad that talked by making a mouth with our thumb and index finger, which was Qwikwito. When the baby of the family would play with Qwikiwto, she would squash him like a tomato, but one just simply had to blow air at Qwikwito to bring them back to their regular shape. She would also feed him as many marbles as they could eat, but one too many and Qwikwito would throw them up, which was always the funniest thing to witness and act out.
By Zuqy Cruz Marquez7 years ago in Families
Arleigh's Plague
Arliegh was only twelve when her Daddy stopped breathing. Life was already hard for her mother and sister as it was, but after daddy left was when it really started to become difficult. She recalled before he died when the plague first got to him, how she and Joranne, her older sister would sit by the hot stove and watch as the physician soothed Daddy’s fever.
By Miranda D.7 years ago in Families