parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
A Novel Idea
Sunday morning, I stepped out of the coffee shop sipping my coffee, and the man walking in front of me dropped something onto the sidewalk. I couldn’t see his face, but he’s probably in his mid-forties with short salt and pepper hair. He’s dressed in a nice suit and jacket. I bent down to pick it up and saw that the fallen object is a little black book.
By Kasandra Head5 years ago in Families
Sometimes Money Does Grow on Trees
Sometimes Money Does Grow on Trees by Belinda Berry My discovery changed my life. It’s almost as if a gust of wind shook a money tree and I was rewarded with a windfall of cash. Both of my parents had been gone for several years. My father first, then, more recently, my mother. I had the daunting task of sorting through my parents’ cards, letters, and photographs after all the other family members removed the things they wanted. A task like this takes time. Daily responsibilities plus the sadness and nostalgia that inevitably come along with such chores resulted in many periods of stopping and starting again.
By Belinda Berry5 years ago in Families
Crime and Punishment
I’m so very glad I don’t have children. My dog, cat, fish, and one little succulent are plenty of responsibility. I’ve never had a biological clock to speak of, pushing me to procreate. Parents are humans who created humans (or adopted another’s creation) and manage to raise them, without any sort of reliable guidebook. That’s terrifying. Even in giving credit to all parents for doing their best in a difficult role, certainly some do a better job than others.
By Elizabeth Hunter5 years ago in Families
At Long Last, Sarah Smiled
The little black notebook was the only item left, the only thing with her name on it; everything else had been picked over. Her mum’s jewelry, her dad’s musical instruments, even the house itself was up for sale. There had been some discussion about living in the house after the death of her father, but that idea was quickly scuttled in favor of selling up and paying off some debts. Sarah wanted to buy the house, but she was a few thousand dollars shy of affording the down payment. Her siblings, in their eagerness to move on, didn’t consider that their plan would effectively make her and her daughter homeless.
By Jazz Robertson5 years ago in Families
Ben
I felt a bit uneasy in the moment. It wasn’t nerves, or anything like that. I was just, uneasy. I really can’t explain it much more than that. And I don’t think it had anything to do with the fact my father was dead. Quite frankly, I was surprised it took the old prick this long to die. I know that sounds harsh but, the old man did not deserve compassion. He had chosen a life on the road, and that road rarely led him to me. Honestly though, I was at peace with it all.
By David Bach5 years ago in Families
Paying Tribute to a Legend
It was a warm day in the late summer of 1999, and I rode my bike to Walmart. I had only lived in Brantford for less than a year and only a couple of months in a new job. As I approached Walmart, I turned down Varadi Avenue not expecting anything important to happen. I spotted two men standing in one of the driveways. As soon as the older gentleman turned, I saw his face and it was one I had seen countless times on television, hockey journals and newspapers. It was Walter Gretzky. Even though he was the father of a player I wasn’t a fan of, I still got a bit of a rush to see him. This was the first time I met Walter after moving to Brantford, but it wouldn’t be the last.
By Ryan Smith5 years ago in Families
Curse Breaker
She was not in the habit of answering unknown numbers. They were unceremoniously sent to voicemail, and, on the odd occasion they did leave a voice memo, she was unlikely to listen. She’d heard enough recorded scams, thank you very much. This number, however, had called back to back for the past three days.
By Elliott Rozwen5 years ago in Families
