parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Ronnie Joe
I wrote a paragraph, and I erased it. I wrote another, and I changed it. Over and over, I kept starting again. I wanted to tell a story about a singular event, something significant, but, then I realized that wouldn’t be right. You see, that’s not the kind of person he is. He isn’t one big event; he’s a bunch of tiny moments gathered into a big, lumpy heap and held with dabs of glue, bits of string, and a whole lot of love. Like a giant, well-worn teddy-bear whose stuffing has gotten lumpy and whose fur has been rubbed the same way so many times that it’s just cloth now, he stands as a beacon for me and for many people who have loved him. That’s who he is, so that’s how I’ll tell his story, in snippets of memory tenuously held together by a common denominator, by my dad.
By Courtney Johnson4 years ago in Families
Bobby Spooner
"A life experience is an experience that changes an individual. This is associated with hardships, problems, risk taking, effort and originality whereby individuals stretch themselves to improve their character, talents and knowledge." simplicable.com/en/life-experience
By Shirley Belk4 years ago in Families
My Father, the Radio Astronomer
My father was one a kind. I know millions of people feel the same way, but with a father that was a radio astronomer, an intrepid explorer and my biggest fan; it's hard to feel any other way. He was so ahead his time in every way. Although the world will remember him for work on quasars (do a Google Search on William A. Dent, Radio Astronomy and you will find he he is semi-famous in the world of physics and astronomy), I will remember him most for being both caring and daring. His biggest impact on my life, however, will be his undying support and how he helped me see the world without prejudices. I've been told that I'm adventurous, goal-minded and and the least judgemental person you will ever meet.
By Susan Eileen 4 years ago in Families
The Things I Can Tell You About My Dad And Bonus Dad
My mother and father were married in 1953. My mother grew up poor and her father-in-law promised her a wardrobe when they married. This is a young woman that was used to a pair of shoes once a year for school and by the time school was out it was no shoes for the summer. She was naive but hopeful.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Families
The Trouble With...(Pt. 8)
We took a summer vacation to visit some areas in Illinois and Missouri. One of our main destinations was St. Louis, Missouri. Stephanie was about 4, and Justin was pushing 7. Family trips were always pretty predictable for us. There were certainties that would happen no matter how hard we tried to avoid them. I’m confident that every family has their own set of certainties.
By Shannon K. Abel4 years ago in Families
The Trouble With...(Pt. 7)
I always wanted a cat. It’s true; I’m a cat person. For all of you dog lovers don’t be offended. I love all animals. I just prefer cats. I think they are easier to take care of because they all but take care of themselves. As luck would have it, we came upon one that was part of a litter of neighborhood strays. They were living under our back porch and the neighbors’ front porch. The particular kitten I noticed happened to appear one evening after the sun had set. She only came out at night; it seems, because of her coloring. She was so tiny and frail and didn’t get as much to eat as the others because she was so different from them. Her coloring…was that of a Siamese.
By Shannon K. Abel4 years ago in Families
Absence of Light
I remember the first time I met my father. Truly met him and saw him as a human being of flesh and soul. It was in the back of a shadowy bar, where the air tinged with cigarettes and I always kept my mouth shut as tight and as long as possible. He played guitar, or maybe he sang the blues. He kissed my mother on the outside of her lips while she wore mostly black clothes with knee high boots, put streaks of color in her hair. Said he had a show somewhere down the road, said see ya later Huckleberry even though I was a girl and my name was Finn.
By Sydney Lee Jones4 years ago in Families
The Game of My Life. Top Story - June 2022.
I dug my cleat into the dirt on the mound and looked at my catcher for the sign. There were two outs and the tying run was on second in the tenth inning. The tenth inning of a high school game. We’d already played an extra half game of this district playoff on a hot, muggy summer night in Memphis. My team had no business being in this game, let alone being ahead with a chance to win. It was the end of a tumultuous senior year. Our team had struggled, practices and games ended up in us getting mercilessly berated by our head coach, and morale was generally low.
By John Moore4 years ago in Families
